The neighborhood jungle

Troublemakers, wild ones, and cultured treasures

Oak catkin

The number one springtime trouble maker in our neighborhood jungle, oak catkins. There must be a jillion of these pesky critters that crank out pollen for a couple of weeks or so each spring. Throw in about half that many Pine catkins and you have the annual powdery yellow peril here in LA, part of the price you pay for wonderful shade trees.   The second half comes due in the fall when our yards become ankle deep or better in leaves. That also ushers in the annual controversy about raking leaves. I like to see ‘em where they are. I like to feel the crunch under my feet. I always loose the battle and then suffer the ignominy of footing the bill — to have leaves raked and bagged — that I want to stay in place.

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I try to make an annual swing around the close-by neighborhood each spring to explore our neighborhood jungle — from the miniscule wild gardens best described as under-foot — to carefully planted and nourished plants and trees, mostly in neighboring yards

While I have deep admiration for the visual pleasantness of yard plants and shrubs I have a deep and abiding abhorrence to yard work. After all, mowers and other tools of mass plant destruction callously dismember the tiny plants I like. At this point I politely suggest that you check out the Photo of the Week page at Corndancer dot-com where this story started — and where you can see nine more pictures from this story-shoot. We will wait for your return right here.

Moving right along, the trip starts in our back yard, seeking the wild ones. There, dandelions await the mower’s blade. Most homeowners consider dandelions intolerable pests. I consider them works of fine art. Look below:

dandelion bloom

The much maligned dandelion bloom is a complex arrangement of layered petals and curly-ques radiating from a well organized hub. What’s not to like about that? (Photo courtesy of Wikipedia, mine was too bashed up to illustrate the point.)

Dandelion seed head

When the dandelion goes to seed, the grand design would choke all but the most sophisticated graphics processors — and tax the patience of most designers. One could stare at it for a while and continue to see visual nooks and crannies.


Marigolds actually planted by a Dempsey, but not this one. Mrs. Dempsey set these out. They are also handy around tomato plants as they discourage bugs from the general area.

azalea blooms

More blooms from the grounds of the Chez Dempsey. This plant and several more like it were in place decades before the place became home to the Dempseys. I claim no credit.

Spring Beauty bloom and buds

Miss Erma Chastain, my second and third grade teacher was kind enough to reveal the name of this poesy to the classes. The info stuck. This one is in the yard of the Chez Rubenstein across the street. The cruel mower had ground my collection of Spring Beauties to smithereens. These blooms are pushing it to be a quarter inch across the beam.

Spring Beauties and a bug

The bug on the Spring Beauty petal is about the size across of a common pencil lead.

These dogwood blooms are courtesy of Ms. KItty, the resident neighborhood master gardener. She's doing something right because other dogwoods nearby became kindling wood a winter or so back,

These dogwood blooms are courtesy of Ms. Kitty of the Chez Rubenstein, our resident neighborhood master gardener. She’s doing something right because other dogwoods nearby became kindling wood a winter or so back. Back lighting adds a tad of drama to some already cool blooms.

detail of dogwood bloom

The dogwood’s “business,” a complex collection of reproductive accoutrements. More power to ‘em.

unknown flower

I am not certain what this is, but it does enjoy my full approval. Another Ms. Kitty tree.

backlit jonquils

And now friends, as the sun sinks slowly in the west, Ms. Kitty’s jonquils become back lit, adding a bunch to their overall coolness. I had shot the same jonquils earlier and deduced that this set of conditions would occur later. So later I returned and happily discovered that my prognostications were correct.

May I encourage you to explore your surroundings and see if similar discoveries in your environment await well, discovering. It is cheap, non-fattening, low-impact and possibly elucidating entertainment. Good luck.

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Joe Dempsey
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Memories on Wheels redux

Vintage military vehicles au Go Go

Restored M38 A1 Jeep

If you were in the Army in the mid fifties to early sixties, you will recognize the inside of this M38A1 Jeep which was referred to as an “A1″ to differentiate it from it’s predecessors. Click on the jeep to see our original September 2010 post that included this vehicle.

Back in September 2010, I attended an event which definitively proves that “boys will [continue] to be boys,” regardless of age. The difference is the size and cost of the toys.This we are sending you back to that story. It’s kind of an “udn, udn” thing.

In this case, the “toys” are vintage military vehicles subjected to pristine restoration with

restored WW II jeep

Click on the jeep to see more vintage military vehicle pictures at Corndancer dot com.

excellent results — representing no small investment — and I was there.  I attended a rally of the Arkansas Military Vehicle Preservation Association at Petit Jean State Park. Attendees from several states brought their persons and vehicles which made for a respectable collection of vintage hardware.

Activities included a jeep mounted blank-firing machine gun and a “convoy” around the park premises. Heady stuff for military history nuts. I must confess, I am infected and enjoyed every minute of it. The story actually started on the Photo of the Week page at Corndancer dot-com where you will see the jeep mounted machine gun, a well restored WWII military Harley Davidson “Hog” and a lot more.

Thanks for dropping by,

Joe Dempsey
Weekly Grist for the Eyes and Mind

Gallivanting around the Grand Prairie

Old abandoned farm home

This old farm home near Pettus, Arkansas, sits on the ragged edge of  where the eastern Delta melts into the Grand Prairie of Arkansas. It is representative of early twentieth century farm homes. Be sure and see our Corndancer Photo of the Week story for more information on this old house.

Old abandoned farm house

Click on the old house to see more pictures of the house and the place where it sits.

The Delta has a proper name, which is the “Mississippi Alluvial Plain,” which also explains why in polite conversation the region is called “Th’ Delta.” Just imagine explaining how the Blues originated in “The Mississippi Alluvial Plain”— in common Delta vernacular “that dawg won’t hunt.”

We say all this to introduce you to a sub region of the Delta, to wit: The Grand Prairie. The area is roughly comprised of three Arkansas Counties, inland from the Mississippi River, between the White and Arkansas Rivers. Denizens of nearby areas will probably claim to live on Grand Prairie sod. That said, we understand that divine geographical distribution does not respect political boundaries. Or anything else political for that matter.

Whereas the eastern Delta is mostly characterized by permeable sandy loam, Grand Prairie soils for the most part are thicker with a tad of clay mixed in which makes the area ideal for crops that require flooding, such as rice. It also works really well for getting pickups, rice trailers, big trucks, tractors, and combines stuck.

The folks who live in the Grand Prairie will tell you in a heartbeat that’s where they live, much like their brethren to the east who similarly let you know they live in the Delta. People who value their reputations and bodily integrity do not intimate the awful truth, so I have fears for baring the issue. You will know that I survived if you get a Weekly Grist next week. For this epistle, we are exploring the Grand Prairie.

While nosing around the Grand Prairie, I did a map recon that revealed a promising road. I followed the road and found the old house you see above. Though the house was still standing tall, missing roof sections will soon take care of that. Two outbuildings that were apparently built when the house was built are also still standing. Both of these structures have the same vertical construction. See more pictures of the old house and out buildings on the Photo of  the Week  page at Corndancer dot com.

A fresh breeze kept what's left of the "front room" window curtain flapping.

A fresh breeze kept what’s left of the “front room” window curtain flapping.

The old curtains have a ghostly look in this video. Can you spot the graphic trick I played on you?

Old dilapidated farm buildign

Before we saw the cool old house, we saw this structure which would be described in sales literature as a quaint fixer-upper in a peaceful rural environment. But wait, there’s more.

junk tractor

If you act now on the previously offered fixer upper, we will throw in this project tractor. Perfect for the DIY aficionado. Meadow muffins not included.

trees in water at Humnoke Arkanasa

This is one of my “love-to-look-at-it places. U.S. Highway 165 splits this grove of trees, always in water, just west of greater Humnoke, Arkansas. Pronounced “hamah-noke” by some good ol’ boys (and girls for that matter).

Lutheran Cemetery near Slovak AR

Our last stop of the day was Slovak, Arkansas which has an interesting history. Just outside the community is this Lutheran Cemetery. There is a Catholic cemetery in the confines of the community.

Sunset at Slovak Arkansa

The sunset caught up with us as we were putting Slovak in our rear view mirrors. The Grand Prairie Water Association storage tank added drama. It was a good day.

Everything you saw today was not much more than an hour from the Chez Dempsey. I strongly suspect that in many other environments, perhaps yours, there are other close-by opportunities which have great interest but have yet to garner recognition by the local tourist promotion people. That means that crowd control will not be a problem. It’s just a matter of discovery.

Thanks for dropping by,

Joe Dempsey
Weekly Grist for the Eyes and Mind


Getting there is half the fun – again

Old Delta Share Cropper house

Click on the old sharecropper house for our original post


Way deep in the Delta

Back on July 17, 2011, acting on a good tip from a good friend, I sought out what I believed to be the photo-ready remnants of a former tenant / sharecropper house north of Lakeview, Arkansas. I was not disappointed.

The trip eschewed populated areas on roads that by-passed swamps and other natural barriers to traffic. Such forays will normally offer pregnant photo ops and this one held true. It’s like a drive-by shoot in the delicious depths of the Delta. (I hope the snoop police do not pick up on the aforementioned term).

Dead tree and sharecropper house

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You have to be there for the complete experience — which includes sweat, sounds, sightings, and skeeters — short of that, you will have to be satisfied with our  picture excursion.  For our original July 17, 2011 post, click here.

While you are there, you will be invited to click on our Weekly Grist Gallery where you will see 25 pictures from the trip. And be sure and  see our story of this downcast domicile on the Photo of the Week page at Corndancer dot-com. See two more pix and read more about the building and the times of its occupancy.

Thanks for dropping by,

Joe Dempsey
Weekly Grist for the Eyes and Mind

Trolley, train, and truck

A fine restoration at the Fort Smith Trolley Museum

Restored Fort Smith Trolley

This trolley at the Fort Smith Trolley Museum is completely cosmetically restored. The restorers are now working on some final mechanical and electrical details to make the car fully operational.

While visiting Fort Smith, Arkansas, the place of my birth and upbringing until my 15th year, during a high-school reunion, I stumbled across the Fort Smith Trolley Museum and discovered a old trolley nearly restored to operational condition. As you can see, the restoration job is pristine as would be expected when the labor is provided by dedicated volunteers. The museum people were very congenial and informative. You can follow the trolley museum on Facebook.

James E. Reynolds monument in Oak Cemetery Fort Smith AR

Click on the picture to see this unique monument

Actually, the trolley was my second shoot of the morning. The first was at Oak Cemetery in Fort Smith, where I hooked up with some high school classmates to shoot a unique and remarkable monument.

At the time, the appearance of the grave was reason enough to make a special trip to shoot it. Turns out, there was a story behind the artistry in the cemetery. Go to the Photo of the Week page at Corndancer dot-com to to see the monument and get in on an interesting story. We’ll wait here for you.

Meanwhile, back at the trolley museum, the trolley crew told me about the restored trolley. Museum officials found the trolley rotting in a field west of Hot Springs, Arkansas. The last place of the trolley’s active service was in Hot Springs. They showed me a picture of the trolley as they found it. The nicest thing you can say about the trolley as they found it was “pitiful.” What the Fort Smith volunteers have done with the trolley is miraculous. They are performing similar miracles on another trolley in the same shop, this one, an open trolley from Vera Cruz, Mexico.

Frisco steam locomotive 4130

Frisco steam locomotive 4003 on static display at the Fort Smith trolley museum.

The folks at the trolley museum show an interest in more than trolleys. They have a nice collection of rail equipment including cabooses, a dining car, and a whopper of a steam locomotive, the 4003 from the former Frisco Railroad. As I recall, back in the day, Fort Smith was served by the Frisco and the Kansas City Southern railroads and each railroad had their own depots.

An environmental picture

Abandoned native stone building on I-40

The environment for this old abandoned native stone structure is I-40, just south of Clarksville, Arkansas. Its job is to watch traffic go by.

One of my deals as a photographer is to show the subject in its environment which generally means that closeups are not a dominant force in my portfolio. I like to show some surroundings. Having driven by this old building on I-40 south of Clarksville AR about a jillion times without noticing it, I was delighted to finally notice it on this trip — while being ashamed of myself for not noticing it earlier. Then it occurred to me that I should probably include interstate traffic if I was to hold to my thing with a bit of environment in the shot. It took about a 100 shots or so to catch a truck in just the right place, but was worth the wait. In the immortal words of Hank Snow, the truck was “movin’ on.” I set the shutter speed high.

Old barn on US Highway 64

This old barn on US 64 has seen better days and is now a detritus dump.

On the trip to Fort Smith, I was running ahead of schedule, so I dropped off the interstate and traveled north on US Highway 64, the artery which was replaced as the main east-west thoroughfare by I-40. I figured I would spy an old barn or two and was not disappointed. The remnants of a lightning rod system are dangling from the peak of the roof. From all appearances the last use of the barn was typical of many in their last useful days — a repository for the the stuff you don’t want to throw away (but probably should), but can’t find anywhere else to dump it. And life goes on.

Thanks for dropping by,

Joe Dempsey
Weekly Grist for the Eyes and Mind

Showtime in LA

Showtime at last!

Ron MacClosky as Groucho

Ron MacClosky as Groucho shares the details of the Marx family version of a world map, a cartographer’s nightmare.

The New Community Theatre here in Pine Bluff just successfully presented the first of its 2014 series of live-on-stage performances, a great accomplishment. It did not come easy. Jack Stradley and his wife, Kathy Majewska, and their theatre crew, of this fair city worked long and hard to renovate the theatre, a building first occupied in 1889 and converted to a theater in 1922 after laying unoccupied for several years. The building, up until the renovation started, received only spotty use since 1996.

Groucho with book

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See more of the Ron MacClosky and Community Theatre in pictures and a story at the Photo of the Week page at Corndancer dot-com.

The idea was to gut the building and start over to restore it to the 1922 ambiance as much as possible — and then present live variety entertainment shows.

After delays, weather issues, and other unexpected gremlins nipping and clawing at the heels of Stradley and Majewska, they made it happen. The first shows, March 7 and 8, 2014, featured Ron MacClosky, a highly regarded Groucho Marx impressionist and comedian. He was perfect for the job.

Groucho with pith helmet

Groucho cavorts on stage during his “Animal Crackers” routine. Ron MacClosky authored the show, so it is a now a part of his DNA. At least that’s the way he performs.

Groucho and contestant

Groucho and his “You Bet Your Life” contestant exchange banter much to the delight of the audience.

Groucho Slide Show

Groucho puts on a slide show. Though his projector, the spotlight is doing a poor job of showing the image, the audience does not seem to care. The stage footlights at the Community Theatre present part of  the early twentieth century ambiance.

Groucho trips the light fantastic as he warbles "Lydia, the Tatooed Lady," a condition less prevalent among women in his time than it is now.

Groucho trips the light fantastic as he warbles “Lydia, the Tatooed Lady,” a condition less prevalent among women in his time than now.

MacClosky regaled the audience with his collection of Groucho and Marx Brothers legends, quips, and other rib-tickling wisecracks. He proved himself every bit as quick-witted as Groucho Marx as he bantered with the audience during a spirited and jaunty recreation of Groucho’s famous quiz show, You Bet Your Life.

Groucho and "The Adorables"

Groucho is all smiles as he strikes a pose with “The Adorables,” the greeter / usher team for The Community Theatre.

The show was also replete with sight gags that always invoked sight gag giggles from the appreciative audience. The audience repaid his stellar performance with a standing ovation for his efforts. Had I not been clicking away to photograph the event, I would have joined two-handed salute. The same for Stradley and Majewska for having vision and tenacity.

PS: Be sure and see pictures of the show at: Groucho Gallery 1 and Groucho Gallery 2.

Thanks for looking,

Joe Dempsey
Weekly Grist for the Eyes and Mind

Contrived reluctance

Convenience overwhelms  reluctance

Leaning barn

I have seen this old barn so much, it is tattooed in my memory bank. Even so, I did some serious foot-dragging before I finally got it squarely in my view finder. The lean is real. I leveled the camera which eliminates vertical distortion. Gravity will win this fight. Get more looks at the old barn below.

It was convenience and a crying need for about a dozen pictures or so shot at a nearby source that finally pushed me over the edge to get off my duff and shoot this location. It was ripe with an old car (1950 Chevy), an old tractor, and a precariously leaning barn.

1949 Chevy in extreme disrepair

Click on the old Chevy for more pix and comments

For a person who enjoys photographing relics which have seen better days, it is a honey hole. Despite this strong appeal to my baser nature, I have driven past this location on a regular basis for pushing 14 years.

I finally figured out the underlying reason for this callous disregard which I freely discuss on the Photo of the Week page at Corndancer dot-com. It is, I suppose, a character defect. Imagine that.

As you enter the property, the first display is a rusting 1950 Chevy Fleetline, sans wheels, but well decorated with fallen leaves. Most of the parts are still attached to the engine, the ubiquitous Chevy in-line six that would remain as the only power plant offered until 1955 when Chevrolet introduced its second V8. They introduced their first V8 in 1917, which was in 1917 and 1918 vehicles. Don’t ask me what happened to the first V8 because I do not have a clue.

close up of junker 1950 chevy

A patch or two of blue survives on this 1950 Chevy Fleetline. The old in-line overhead valve six remains relatively unscathed, and probably is fused into one homogeneous chunk of metal.

1950  Chevy junker

There’s not much paint on this side which faces directly into the prevailing path of ill weather.

1950 Chevrolet Fleetline

The shape of the 1950 Chevy Fleet Line leaves no mystery as to how its name was contrived.

Old leaning barn in Grant county Arkansas

Not far from the old Chevy is the easterly leaning barn which has succumbed in part to the nasty weather which generally blows in from west/southwest. It is a sizable structure and at one time was someone’s pride and joy.

old falling barn

Moving around the barn, the light improves and we get a better look at what Mother Nature and her close ally, gravity, have wreaked on the old structure.

collapsing barn in Grant County Arkansas

Continuing the walk-around, we see that the southwest corner has borne the brunt of that which will eventually spell the barn’s demise.

collapsing barn

This is a closer look at the bludgeoned southwest corner of the barn.

front of collapsing barn

The walk-around ends at the front where we see how stress is popping boards loose. There is still “stuff” in the barn, but I doubt anyone would dare an attempt to retrieve it.

When one considers all the photo ops on this location, and the fact that I have known about it for 14 years and am just now shooting it, you may want to question my sanity. But that would be nothing new. That question has been posed for years with no satisfactory answer. We got close on the Photo of the Week  page.

Thanks for dropping by,
Joe Dempsey
Weekly Grist for the Eyes and Mind

Yes I wood!

Benevolent envy of wood boats


Click on the wood boats to see our original 2011 story.

Some things never change. Back in the day “us boys” would drool over magazine ads featuring Chris Craft wood boats. The pristine wood and attention to detail, plus the fact that they were chick magnets put them close to, if not the top link, of the “dang I wish I had one of th0se” food chain.

Well, now that “us boys” are antiques, those boats, though also antiques, unlike us, have maintained their appeal and the price has exponentially climbed. Back in April of 2011, I had the opportunity to photograph a gathering of old woodies on floating display at the docks of Garvan Gardens in Hot Springs, Arkansas.

Anthony Chapel

Click the pic to see Anthony Chapel at Garvan Gardens.

I am sending you back to that marine event to ogle the hardware. The boats were shown by members of Heartland Classics, a chapter of The Antique and Classic Boat Society, Inc., a very  congenial group.  Bottom line, the boats are still cool, still chick magnets, and still the target of benevolent envy.

As if the boats were not enough, I also photographed the stately Anthony Chapel at Garvan Gardens. Just to see it is worth the trip. Save some gas and see Anthony Chapel on the Photo of the Week page at Corndancer dot-com.

See 20 more pictures of boats and Anthony Chapel in our Weekly Grist Gallery.

Thanks for looking,

Joe Dempsey
Weekly Grist for the Eyes and Mind

The odds of this happening

You had to be there

 A street corner in Pine Bluff, Arkansas

This potpourri of colors, lines, textures, and shapes must be observed at this exact angle to get what you see. Any deviation will yield a different image.

This image, while not destined for greatness, contains some textbook elements of design which might excite an artsy academian:

  • It has a primary palette of warm colors with a few cool colors tossed in for good measure
  • It has a nice mix of strong vertical lines with a few horizontal lines, just enough of them concentrated at the visual center of interest
  • It contains variety of shapes
  • It has an element tilted at a slightly cockamamie angle.
  • It has a duke’s mixture of textures
  • All of these elements are neatly arranged to bring you into the left side of the image, make your observations, and exit smartly on the right
  • And the arrangement is 100% accidental
A beer can and Bill

Click on the can to see another unlikely picture and story

Speaking of which, our sister publication, the Corndancer Photo of the Week, features a similar happy accident consisting of a beer can on a sidewalk with hand etched information nearby. Take a gander and we’ll wait here until you return.

The collection of urban hardware you see above lives on a corner which I observed for years from my former 6th floor office. I have also driven past this corner probably thousands of times without giving it a second thought. Fast forward to February 15, 2014.

The chain of events gets underway

I was meeting in the home of some friends I am helping with a project. They had invited other friends who were also participants in the project who would provide information to me. I determined that some of the physical pieces should be scanned and the visitors agreed. At the conclusion of the meeting, we all left the home and went to the physical location of the project, to wit: The Community Theatre in Pine Bluff, Arkansas.

When I determined that my usefulness to the other participants was exhausted, I excused myself to leave for other activities. Once inside the truck, I discovered that I had driven off and left the materials to be scanned at the home which was now securely locked. All of which means that I was compelled to sit in the truck and wait for the others to leave and head back home. That decision was made easier by listening to a broadcast of my beloved Hawgs in the process of shellacking LSU in a basketball game.

The pieces fall into place

As I listened to the game, I saw the arrangement above. I snapped a few, then backed the truck up a tad to get a better angle. Once I got back to the computer and took a look at what I shot, it occurred to me that for that light and that setup I had to have:

  • Gone to a meeting at the right time
  • Determined that I needed to scan some materials and took possession of same
  • Driven off to a second location and left the materials in a locked house
  • Parked in exactly the right place at the new location
  • Completed my presence at a second location and decided to leave
  • Discovered absence of the left items
  • Decided to wait in the truck
  • Looked up and saw the nearly perfect arrangement which you see above.

Now I ask you, what are the odds of all of those axes converging at the right time? Off the chart, one would presume, but the convergence occurred at the correct time. The next thing was to recognize the opportunity and do something with it. Then the scary part came. How many of those occasions have I failed to recognize? I don’t know, but not to worry. That which I just discover that I don’t know has plenty of company.

Thanks for looking,

Joe Dempsey
Weekly Grist for the Eyes and Mind

Pictures from a mediocre snow

Snow pictures in spite of the snow

Du Bocage in Pine Bluff Arkansas

Though the snow was mediocre, the beauty of Du Bocage, a restored mid-19th century residence here in Pine Bluff, Arkansas comes shining though. Click on the picture to see Du Bocage greened out in the spring at Corndancer dot-com.

Measurable snow here in LA does not occur every year. Most of the time our snow events are little more than a slight dusting which is still more than enough to send throngs shopping for milk and bread. There is something in the air here in LA (lower Arkansas) which alters otherwise sensible genetic code into believing that the light sprinklings we are subject to will have catastrophic results tantamount to a Yukon whiteout.

On the occasions when we do get measurable snow, one or two inches is the norm. Enough to let you know it snowed, but not enough to give you the visions of a gently undulating white landscape unencumbered by weed and other flotsam and jetsam poking through the white carpet. On most of our snows, the uglies still poke through the otherwise idyllic mantel. Our last, and the snow subject of this epistle was one of those.

Park bench and sign in snow

Click on the bench for more snow pictures.

Such was the event we had earlier this week, which means good snow pictures are hard to come by. These few are what we managed to scrape up. Speaking of which, you can see five more snow pictures including critters and tongue-in-cheek attempts at humor  on the Photo of the Week page at Corndancer dot-com. We’ll wait here while you look.

Crepe myrtle in snow

This crepe myrtle at Harbor Oaks Golf Club in Pine Bluff with a few mini-crowns of snow is itching for spring. Be patient though. Crepe Myrtles are usually the last trees to fully respond to spring. The new growth from its last pruning will give the tree a nice shape.

Prickly pear cactus in snow

Normally when you see a cactus, you expect to see a Tarantula or a Hila Monster, juxtaposed on hot dry sand. This healthy prickly pear in Pine Bluff  breaks the mold.

Pategonian water dog

When the trip was finished, as I was pulling into the Chez Dempsey driveway, I was greeted by Rubenstein Tuesday Leola Glover-Dempsey, AKA Ruby, our latest Pategonian Water Dog. Ruby is a fine pet, never meets a stranger, and has two speeds — 0ff and wide open — a big part of her overwhelming  and endearing charm.

I suppose bemoaning a snow may be deplorable, but then we all have our personal defects. On the bright side, while a two inch snow shut Atlanta down, Pine Bluff took the same lickin’ and kept on tickin.’

Thanks for looking,

Joe Dempsey
Weekly Grist for the Eyes and Mind


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