Don’t do it. Don’t take a photo today. Not with your phone, not with your camera.
Don’t even draw with chalk.
Today, August 19, is World Photography Day. It’s the day we celebrate France thinking they came up with the idea of photography. Ok that’s not fair. Photography, as we know it today, did find its footing in 19th Century France, and Messrs. Daguerre and Niepce deserve tremendous credit for sorting out how to create permanent images.
It came to light this past week that three University of Mississippi fraternity members posed with guns in front of an Emmett Till marker. In this same stretch of summer, tragically, a student from Ole Miss was gunned down, allegedly by a fellow student, her body dumped on a road near Sardis Lake, north of the college.
It appears, as the French were celebrating Bastille day, the 1789 storming of said place, that inventor Franky Zapata showed up on his FlyBoard Air thing overhead (this was planned) of the parade route to, well one, show off his wickedly cool toy, and to get in on the whole militarization of parades thing.
It’s 2019. Ford no longer makes sedans. You will buy an F150 or a Mustang and you will like it mister. Norway is puttering around with electric Teslas. Millennial types are, for the love of god, SHARING rides with each other. Germs, criminals, eww. And for those people actually buying cars, every other vehicle sold in America these days looks like a rounded off brick, convincing you that you live some sort of Sport Utility life.
I have to wonder, over in the People’s Republic of China, as the first week of June unfolds, if the men and women of my generation – graying, potbellied, an eye cast slightly back, contemplating events from our youth – talk about that final week in the square.
Remember that phrase? Doesn’t get used much any more, but at one point is was a term of in-credulousness, which I’m not sure is even a word.
But you get the idea. There was a time when seeing something meant it had to be real, or at the least, unexplained, you know, like this Amityville Horror photo.
Memorial Day, as by an act of Congress in 1968, is officially on the last day in May. That’s what we know, and the three day weekend has become the unofficial start of summer – cookouts, pool parties, auto races, baseball games, road trips. We use the weekend as a springboard to summer baby.
Oh my. That is a big flag you got there, Camping World. Makes me want to stop by and pick up a bunkhouse travel trailer, 28 ft with a slideout please.
It would seem though that the city of Statesville, NC isn’t a fan of the 40×80 flag and has filed a lawsuit against the company to take it down. They are also fining the company $50 a day.