Last night we shot over to the Anahiem Convention Center for the Artistry in Ink tattoo convention. We watched Cory Miller s band groove, as women peeled off their duds for Billy Tinney’s camera to capture their ink under the soft lights. We discussed antique guns selling for as much as $100,000, Damascus knives by Norton for as much as $5,000 and hand painted cigar box purses. It was a good evening seeing old pals and fresh ink.
This morning, in a Jack Daniels haze, my mind clicked into gear at 6:50 a.m. It was Long Beach Swap Meet morning and the King was waiting in the garage. By 7:30 I was on the road under gray skys, rumbling over the Vincent Thomas bridge onto container heaven, Terminal Island, heading toward Veterans’ Stadium. The meet was packed with vendors as I darted up and down aisles, in the cool morning, huntin for a couple of pieces for my martial arts master’s ’62 Pan, the King and strange shit and tools for the headquarters. I’m back, let’s hit the news, if there is any?
Here’s a shot of a bobber from Bob Tronolone’s historic collection. Watch for the report.
Earthquake Blake And Bobber History
Friday morning I received a haunting e-mail from the digital Gangster about splitting for the weekend. It was key jesture to make me move on any content available to post before the weekend. I hauled ass to send him CrazyHorse’s next segment of Earthquake Blake and the history of Bobbers as written and researched by myself. I busted my ass, but it wasn’t good enough. He had cut a dusty trail, but that scintillating material is floating out there in a holding pattern waiting to be launched.
It’s cool stuff, and we now have a solid connection of historic material to post in the Cantina. Watch for something weekly.
old shot from Bob T.
Cantina Personal of The Week
The following ad in the ATLANTA JOURNAL is reported to have received numerous calls: Single Black Female seeks male companionship, ethnicity unimportant. I am a very good-looking girl who loves to play. I love long walks in the woods, riding in your pickup truck, hunting, camping, and fishing trips, cozy winter nights lying by the fire. Candlelight dinners will have me eating out of your hand. Rub me the right way and watch me respond. I’ll be at the front door when you get home from work, wearing only what nature gave me. Kiss me and I’m yours. Call xxx-xxxx and ask for Daisy.
Over 15,000 men found themselves talking to the local Humane Society about an eight week-old black Labrador retriever puppy. Men are so easy.
–from Bob T.
From The Bikernet Educational Department
A teacher starts a new job at a school in San Diego and trying to make a good impression on her first day, explains to her class that she’s a Chargers fan. She asks the class to raise their hands if they too are Charger fans. Everyone in the class raises their hand except one little girl.
The Teacher looks at the girl with surprise and says: “Mary, why didn’t you raise your hand?”
“Because I’m not a Chargers fan,” she replied.
The teacher, still shocked, asked: “Well, if you’re not a Chargers fan, then who do you support?”
“I’m a Chiefs fan, and proud of it,” Mary replied.
The teacher could not believe her ears. “Mary, why are you a Chiefs fan?”
“Because my mom and dad are from Kansas City and my mom is a Chiefs fan and my dad is a Chiefs fan, so I’m a Chiefs fan, too!
“Well,” said the teacher, in a obviously annoyed tone, “that’s no reason for you to be a Chiefs fan. You don’t have to be just like your parents all of the time. What if your mom was a prostitute and your dad was a drug addict and a car thief, what would you be then?”
Mary said, “A Raiders fan.”
–from Chris T.
Memorial Day Tribute– Got up early today. Went down to the grocery store for fixin’s for good old Chicago style cook out later today. Beer Brat’s, the whole nine yards.
It’s been raining here so much (Charlotte) I feel like old “Mr.Noah” in the Ark riding out the the Great flood for “Cry Eye”. Record rainfall, most since 1955!! Everybody say’s, “Yeah but it’s green”. Screw that, give me the “Brown” of Tortilla Flat’s right about now.
So it’s still real early and I decide to cook up a omelet and some waffles. The “Waffle House” ain’t got nothing on me today Bro!! Just as I finish up cookin my chow I turn on the Boob Tube. It’s on AMC and they are playing my favorite John Wayne war movie this morning . The “Fighting Seabees”. The scene of William Frawley singing taken a round from a Jap sniper is classic. The close ups of the Japs in the tanks rolling down the hill after being pushed over by those old “Cat” bulldozer’s get’s me right out of my seat!! Take that you SOBs!! Less we forget.
I get all choked up watching these old war movies during a Memorial weekend. They remind me never to forget the stories my old Petty Officers in the “Bees” told me over 30 years ago. Take the time to reflect this weekend for those who served in our nation’s military. Pray for all of our fallin Brother’s & Sister’s who paid the ultimate price for our freedom. God bless to you all and God Bless America!!!
–Pablo (MCB 40) 73-76
old shot from Bob T.
Out to the Barbecue–Now that’s short and sweet news. I’m bustin my ass to finish the master’s 6 to 12-volt conversion and the trophy for Run For Breath, before the clan shows up and Margaritas begin to fly.
Watch for lots of material to explode onto the site next week. In the meantime, relax, have a drink, a barbecue and enjoy the holiday.
–Bandit
