tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926759868384604174.post3924974935220707817..comments2024-02-26T10:52:14.585-08:00Comments on Glimpses of South Pasadena: Settings: Part 22Laurie Alleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14460272282273523408noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926759868384604174.post-45179543374594716262010-02-10T18:29:13.861-08:002010-02-10T18:29:13.861-08:00It's a trap. That string is clearly attached ...It's a trap. That string is clearly attached to a snare. And the mailbox is really a camera.Barbarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15574184493184278713noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926759868384604174.post-73299313325418377892010-02-10T18:18:47.205-08:002010-02-10T18:18:47.205-08:00You guys are on a roll today. And here I thought ...You guys are on a roll today. And here I thought we'd go for something Waltons-esque.Laurie Alleehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14460272282273523408noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926759868384604174.post-19590730660609732542010-02-10T17:23:10.258-08:002010-02-10T17:23:10.258-08:00Hey Richard: Can we call this movie The Great Lid...Hey Richard: Can we call this movie The Great Lidzbarski?<br /><br />And did they ever make it into the canoe?Mister Earlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18405041951237611622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926759868384604174.post-85631070905554566002010-02-10T15:24:08.682-08:002010-02-10T15:24:08.682-08:00R2-D2 was NOT happy about wearing drag in the 13th...R2-D2 was NOT happy about wearing drag in the 13th episode of Star Wars... but when Wardrobe promised he could keep his turquoise headpiece after the shoot, he took the part.Yakpatehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09788658793693064873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926759868384604174.post-27977968343407018302010-02-10T14:37:16.137-08:002010-02-10T14:37:16.137-08:00And the axe in his hand.
WV: Unril. This is getti...And the axe in his hand.<br /><br />WV: Unril. This is getting more and more unril.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926759868384604174.post-3976565510665361732010-02-10T12:16:57.230-08:002010-02-10T12:16:57.230-08:00Unfortunately for Doug and Connie, they were mista...Unfortunately for Doug and Connie, they were mistaken when they assumed the cabin was vacant for the day. They didn't see the reclusive novelist walking back from the woods after a mid-morning stroll. They first realized he was there when they smelled his pipe tobacco wafting in the breeze. They made eye contact and Connie detected a look of rage in the novelist's expression....dbdubyahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08462665006132459258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926759868384604174.post-81709784413130497082010-02-10T10:59:01.776-08:002010-02-10T10:59:01.776-08:00This reminds me of an old World War I song that my...This reminds me of an old World War I song that my Dad used to sing. Not sure what would happen here but I give you the chorus of the old song:<br /><br />There's a long, long trail a winding<br />Into the land of my dreams<br />Where the nightingales are singing<br />And the white moon beams<br />There's a long, long night of waiting<br />Until my dreams all come true<br />Till the day that I'll be going<br />Down that long, long trail with you.Dixie Janehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01591688785324214877noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926759868384604174.post-16789469020924247012010-02-10T10:05:25.128-08:002010-02-10T10:05:25.128-08:00The reclusive novelist did everything to protect h...The reclusive novelist did everything to protect his privacy: a house out of sight of neighbors, an unmarked mailbox, and a long nondescript drive to discourage prying eyes. "No one will know my business now," he thought. Unfortunately, he had moved to South Pasadena...Richard Lidzbarskinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926759868384604174.post-7669575671219936472010-02-10T09:35:15.531-08:002010-02-10T09:35:15.531-08:00Hahaha!!!!Hahaha!!!!Laurie Alleehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14460272282273523408noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926759868384604174.post-37044310264185641232010-02-10T09:31:58.554-08:002010-02-10T09:31:58.554-08:00And Doug left the top down...And Doug left the top down...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926759868384604174.post-51808720146035197452010-02-10T06:08:57.182-08:002010-02-10T06:08:57.182-08:00But they didn't notice the gathering storm clo...But they didn't notice the gathering storm clouds in the western sky....Mister Earlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18405041951237611622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926759868384604174.post-76230724639167720962010-02-10T05:23:01.170-08:002010-02-10T05:23:01.170-08:00It's 1959 and Connie and Doug are cruising aro...It's 1959 and Connie and Doug are cruising around in his Dad's Chevrolet Biscayne. There are early signs of spring as well as early signs of love between the two of them. As they curve around the bend, knowing it's someone's property because of the newly tied tree and mailbox, they throw caution to the wind because they love an adventure. To their surprise and delight, the lake cabin beyond the trees is abandoned for the day. There's a canoe. The sun is setting. It's a time for romance. . . .Judy Williamshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05081035351814381283noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926759868384604174.post-26311480788444894462010-02-10T05:21:51.718-08:002010-02-10T05:21:51.718-08:00This comment has been removed by the author.Judy Williamshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05081035351814381283noreply@blogger.com