Meant to add this earlier. I have seen the phrase “November’s Coming” a few times lately. I believe on the Porch, and other places. ‘Tis a simple rally call I propose we use at the end of each post, and even in messages to those off the Porch to remind us of the task at hand. You guy’s in?
Happy Birthday wishes are going out today to circus showman and legendary owner, James Anthony Bailey. Born on July 4, 1847 in Detroit, Michigan as James Anthony McGuiness. He was orphaned at the age of 8. While working as a bellhop, he was found by a nephew of circus great Hachileah Bailey. Fred Harrison Bailey offered him a position on the circus as his assistant and he gladly took a turn in his life that would make circus history for ever more. Eventually adopting the surname of his mentor, he became James Anthony Bailey.
And on my knees praying that it isn’t too late for this country.
Comment by JoeBandMember® — July 4, 2012 @ 6:31 pm
Mech, yeah but ya gotta throw it back. Official rules.
Comment by The Digital Hairshirt — July 4, 2012 @ 7:00 pm
^ Also, the cost of an anvil-catching license has gone through the roof.
Comment by DougM (November is coming) — July 5, 2012 @ 6:05 am
Back when I was a young kid, there weren`t no fireworks regulations. Sooo, all the big rig drivers coming back up through Kentucky would have shitloads of fireworks from down South to sell. We kids saved our pennies and bought as much as we could afford.
THE funniest 4th of July fireworks happened right in the front lawn of the *Big House* on the farm. Grandma would invite all the old ladies from nearby farms to sit w her on the front porch in rocking chairs, while me and my cousin lit the fireworks we had bought. The funny: I had bought a blue plastic ball(…bout the size of a tennis ball…) with a fuse sticking out—plus it had propeller blades (…3 of them…)— The deal was, light the fuse and the device started spinning around right there on the ground until the propellers lifted it off the ground, flew it to some altitude and then BOOOOMMMMM!!!!!!!!
What happened: It got airborne okay w smoke a pouring out as it spun up, BUT—it climbed up—-and then——started flying around out of control in circles in the yard! Swear to God, it headed for the porch where all the old ladies was a sittin—-and landed/stopped spinning, but still smoking RIGHT THE FUCK UNDER THE ROCKING CHAIR of my Aunt Bernice (age about 60 +, give or take. Then: BOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!
Aunt Bernice let out a scream louder than a Banshee and ROCKED backwards in the chair—–flat on her ass on the porch floor!!!!!!!!
She wasn`t hurt in the least, cept for the shakes, so then everybody started laughing our asses off and that 4th of July became the main topic for fucking years—-afterwords…………….
Comment by Colonel Jerry USMC — July 5, 2012 @ 11:27 am