November 2005

One of the real pleasures of shopping at “More For Less” in Bonaire was the opportunity to buy some real Cuban rum. Here’s the label of the bottle we bought. By the way, if you encounter a bottle of this with a plastic neck insert, just hold it vertically and the rum will flow!


I read in misc.transport.road that the Georgia Trust for Historic Preservation had placed the state’s portion of US 17 on its “Places in Peril” list, essencially flagging it in need of funding for preservation and development purposes.

I remember driving on that road as a student in the early ’70’s, on the way from New York to Florida before the completion of I-95. At the US17/US17A split in South Carolina, just before the river bridges into Georgia, was a large, colorful and really strange neon sign promoting the relative merits of traveling along each highway. It would appear out of nowhere, around a curve, after a particularly long and dark drive through the swampland adjacent to the Savannah National Wildlife Refuge.

I’d love to see a better picture than the two I’m pointing to below – please leave a comment if you have one.

Here are the best two pictures I took of it – and in fact, they represent how they actually looked to me after a long day’s drive.

January 13, 1973 – Both sides lit, terrible focus, way past sunset

May 12, 1973 – Only one side lit, slightly less terrible focus, just after sunset


This selection (3403995 bytes, 3:32) is for Ralph and anyone else who loves African music. The name of the particular genre escapes me, but I’d describe it as big-city African dance-pop. Whacked down out of the ether from Africa Number One, Moyabi, Gabon, during its testing phase on February 5, 1981. (I wonder who won that Peugeot?) It appears I neglected to make note of the frequency.