I go to this place every few years to take photos, usually to test out a different camera.
Not much has changed. The 94th Aero Squadron Restaurant is still in ruins, though it was missing the same boarded-up windows as before.
My mother and grandmother like telling me about the time they took me to the very first Maryland Renaissance Festival. This was in Columbia, long before it moved to Crownsville. I only found these four photos but it was great uncovering them after years of hearing about it. This book says Penn and Teller were there.
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Random photos from this summer.
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Here’s a passage in an opinion article about a man brutally murdering someone on a subway in D.C. last week.
“Spires is not a large man. Court documents describe him as a 5-foot-5, 125-pound black man. Did unconscious bias make the teenager seem bigger or make his odds seem better than the nearly dozen people around him?”
When I was a kid at summer camp, maybe when I was 11 or so, I was at a pool with not just my camp but other camps as well. It started to rain so a bunch of us stood in the area right outside the bathroom as we waited.
Some kids from another camp started picking on me. They were making fun of my shoes and whatever else. The counselors weren’t around. I was outnumbered and had nowhere to go, so they continued. I was cornered.
Then one of their friends joined in – a short kid, probably Chinese – and was having a field day making fun of me with his friends there to back him up.
I don’t think I’ve ever read a series of opinion articles in my life worse than what stained the pages of The Washington Post after the Charleston shootings. Many of the authors are nothing more than ‘experts’ who majored in Reinforce-My-Biased-Point-Of-View Studies and now make a living either teaching their own nonsense to a new crop of future agitators, or freelance
I guess I should’ve known that this is stuff that people own, sell and collect. From what I understand, the items in these collections originally come from World War II veterans who brought the stuff over from Europe after the war. Perhaps their families sold it later on. My grandfather certainly brought back some of this stuff, and my family still has it buried away.
I suppose it makes sense to eventually sell it to a collector or salesman who specializes in this stuff.
But from there, who buys it? I can only imagine. Continue reading Nazi Memorabilia