Kevin shows how to make a quick, simple chocolate-and-butterscotch snack with a nifty improvised double boiler:
The peanuts are too crunchy for me at this late age, but I wonder if I can persuade M.P. to come up with a softer version. I have to tell you all that he made a chocolate pie for dessert last Sunday, and it is out-of-this-world delicious! Like going to chocolate heaven. You never had anything better in your mouth. Trust me.
I probably shouldn't do this, but today's reading from Forward Day by Day (a ministry of the Episcopal Church) is so very pertinent to this moment in time that I feel compelled to share it with my truckbuddies. I hope you will draw comfort and strength from it in the parlous state of the world today.
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The text was written by Roger Hutchison, author, illustrator, and Episcopal lay minister. If the good folks at FDD object, I'll remove the text image, but you can still read it at the FDD website here.
I came across this video by accident yesterday, and I'm glad I did. What Hammerstein says about his religion is quite touching. He also talks a bit about politics. Very interesting, even inspiring.
For the sake of my own peace of mind, in recent months I have deliberately posted less and less about politics and all the terrible conflicts going on in the world. This old man knows that his tiny voice will make no difference - a whisper in a whirlwind - but for my own self-respect I must at least say this about the new holocaust in Gaza.
My friends, do you recall this horrific, nauseating balcony scene from Schindler's List?
That is what I immediately thought of that when I read this in the Guardian the other day:
[D]ozens of American doctors and nurses who served in Gaza . . . last year testified they had received the bodies of Palestinian children shot in the head or chest by Israeli snipers. Israeli soldiers have confessed that they are deliberately targeting children. Nick Maynard – a British doctor working in Gaza’s Nasser hospital – says that he is seeing clusters of young teenagers who have been shot in different body parts: on one day, it’s the abdomen, on another, the head or neck, on another, the testicles. “So there’s a very clear pattern and it’s almost as if a game is being played,” he says.
What is the difference between the movie scene and what is happening in Gaza now? The answer is, none: it is murder for sport. Just like the filthy Nazi in the film. If that is not an abomination in the eyes of God and all mankind, what is?
This devil's work has nothing to do with religion. It would be the same whether the perpetrators were Jewish, Christian, Muslim, Hindu, atheist, or Martian. Murder is murder. And the word for murder of a whole nation or people is genocide. If you need to see it with your own eyes, here are some videos that are very hard to watch - but the world is watching. So is God. And God is not partial.
A report from Turkish state television:
An American veteran describes the war crimes against civilians he saw perpetrated by other Americans working for the Israelis:
Dr. Nick Maynard, quoted above, describes the mass starvation and horrific target practice the Israeli Defence Force has been using on Gaza children:
A final comment from an editorial in the Guardian, emphasis mine:
Faced with the systematic destruction of Palestinian life in Gaza, other states must together produce a systematic, comprehensive and concrete response. If not now, when? What more would it take to convince them? This is first and foremost a catastrophe for Palestinians. But if states continue to allow international humanitarian law to be shredded, the repercussions will be felt by many more around the world in years to come. History will not ask whether these governments did anything to stop genocide by an ally, but whether they did all they could.
A delightful record of the annual departure of a million Parisians for summer vacations in all directions, via the French National Railways (S. N. C. F.) and the Herculean efforts of its employees and train crews. A marvelous people-watching video from a bygone era. All of those fresh-faced garcons are now old graybeards like me.
Tip: open the video in YouTube and then hit the "CC" button to get a good English translation of the narration (you might want to slow it down a bit, too).
Todd goes topless in this day-in-the-life record of the diggings and dawdlings at their mountain cabin on a hot summer weekend. Don't miss the fascinating close-up at the 13:20 mark.
Boys, do you ever miss your mamas? Mine has been gone from this life more than thirty years, but I miss her still. And I know her bright, shining love will meet me when I get to the end of my road.
Tom and Damien are a charming Canadian couple who bought a derelict chateau in France, where they have a monumental repair and renovation job ahead of them:
In their second video, they give a mini-tour of the chateau:
(Mais je ne comprends pas pourquoi les gars ne parlent pas le francais dans leur videos. Pour le convenence de leurs telespectateurs anglophones, je me suppose.)
This was about the time I came out to my own mom, while I was in college. Mama was great, she was immediately supportive, but it took her a while to process it all. I brought her to a meeting of the gay rap group at school, where a lady who had started a chapter of PFLAG gave a talk, and that helped my mom a lot.
Times were changing, but in 1978 it was still quite a scary thing to come out to anyone. There were as yet no openly gay celebrities on TV or in public life, certainly not in the Deep South. Only Anita Bryant running her mouth about the "homosexual threat" . . .
I believe in the United States of America as a government of the people, by the people, for
the people; whose just powers are derived from the consent of the governed; a democracy in a
republic; a sovereign nation of many sovereign states; a perfect union, one and inseparable; established upon those principles of freedom, equality, justice, and humanity for which American
patriots sacrificed their lives and fortunes.
I therefore believe it is my duty to my country to love it; to support its Constitution, to
obey its laws; to respect its flag; and to defend it against all enemies.
Bonus: Adam Kinzinger's Fourth of July message "Still Worth Believing In":
Kevin shows off his new summertime display windows at his appliance museum in Croswell, Michigan.
Bonus: Kevin shows how to make his idea of a classic Cuba Libre - i. e., rum and Coke:
This is actually your Head Trucker's favorite drink, on those very rare occasions when I have a cocktail nowadays. But I ask for a Captain and Coke on the rocks, no lime. Simple and delicious.
June 26 should be a red-letter day on every gay and lesbian calendar - the day the Supreme Court extended marriage equality to all Americans in these momentous words that will ring through centuries to come:
No union is more profound than marriage, for it embodies the highest ideals of love, fidelity, devotion, sacrifice, and family. In forming a marital union, two people become something greater than once they were. As some of the petitioners in these cases demonstrate, marriage embodies a love that may endure even past death. It would misunderstand these men and women to say they disrespect the idea of marriage. Their plea is that they do respect it, respect it so deeply that they seek to find its fulfillment for themselves. Their hope is not to be condemned to live in loneliness, excluded from one of civilization's oldest institutions. They ask for equal dignity in the eyes of the law. The Constitution grants them that right.
Here's the NBC news report on that day and President Obama's eloquent remarks:
Here's your Head Trucker's post on that day. M.P. and I were teary-eyed with joy. I thought, finally -- it's over, we won, now life can flow on smoothly and happily for us gay folks, as it should.
But of course life doesn't always go as we expect. Now we face new challenges. Let's stay united, firm, and courageous. Our love is here to stay!
To welcome the first day of summer, Jeffrey Kevin sets a lovely table in shades of pink and teal - and lots of pretty butterflies in all the colors of the rainbow!
Witty food historian Max Miller gets down to the nitty gritty with that British favorite of most peculiar nomenclature. But relax - it's not what you think!
2. King Abudllah of Jordan, who was educated in Britain and the United States, is the longest-serving monarch in the Muslim world and one of the most respected, and has always been a voice of tolerance and peace in the Middle East:
3. Pope Leo also calls for peace, warning of a return to savage barbarism if peace is not preserved:
The world is sitting on the edge of a volcano. It's too awful to think about. God help us all.
Ascot Racecourse is part of the Crown Estate, just down the road and over the hill from Windsor Castle. It was founded in 1711 by Queen Anne. Since 1825, the June races have been marked by a daily carriage procession of the reigning sovereign and assorted guests from the Castle to the course - a splendid old tradition that the horse-loving British are quite fond of. It's also a marvelous occasion for ladies to dress up in their fanciest formal frocks and hats - think My Fair Lady.
None of this has anything to do with the government of the country - but isn't this much nicer than a gloomy parade of tanks and guns and vainglorious bluster from a pompous buffoon?
The history of Royal Ascot:
Yesterday's royal carriage procession for the opening day, described by a couple of chatty newsgirls. Wait for the reveal of their hats at the very end:
Former Republican congressman Adam Kinzinger has an urgent message for all Americans:
Your Head Trucker is aware of the numerous horrors going on in the world at this time; but this weary old man can't bring himself to blog about them. Not that it would do any good, anyhow. Kinzinger says what needs to be said; let those who have ears, hear.
BTW, I just learned that Kinzinger, who represented an Illinois district in Congress, recently moved to a suburb of Houston.
Now this is how you do a real King's Birthday Parade. Sky News covers the whole shebang, which took place in London this morning:
Note: the British monarch and all other European monarchs are the good guys - constitutional monarchs. Their powers were clipped centuries ago, and now they reign but do not rule, as the saying is. It is hard for an American mind to grasp the concept of a king with all the glory but very little of the power, but that's the way the British like it. (They don't think like we do.) And as the 70-year reign of the late Queen Elizabeth II amply demonstrated, in a parliamentary democracy a figurehead monarch can be a strong force for good and an anchor of stability amid the to-and-fro of politics and social change.
For background on the evolution of the monarchy in Britain, start with the Bill of Rights 1689, which preceded our own Constitution and Bill of Rights by a century, and was very much in the minds of the Founding Fathers when they were getting our country off the ground.
It was scheduled to open sometime this month, but there's no word yet on just when that will happen. The new bridge is not exactly what I would call pretty, but it's an impressive structure: over half a mile long and more than 500 feet tall. See what you think.
Harvey Brownstone conducts an in-depth interview with Lee Tannen about his friendship with Lucille Ball:
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I just want a reality check here: is everybody in the world turning gay? Or has the YouTube algorithm finally got my number? I'm like, WTF man? Lately, it's been throwing lots of homo-centric videos my way, so I figure I should share them with my truckbuddies.
Intervewer Harvey Brownstone is a most unusual person. After 25 years as a family court judge in Toronto, he retired and has made a second career for himself as a celebrity interviewer. And most of the people he interviews are people I would like to hear from. Gay minds think alike, I guess. There's lots more interviews and commentary to be found on his blog.
As my longtime truckbuddies know, we love setting a pretty table for our Sunday dinners here at the Blue Truck - chef de cuisine M.P. is also the man in charge of decor, though I have bought numerous items of china, crystal, cloths, and tableware over the years to enhance our collection of pretties.
But Jeffrey Kevin has us beat all to slap. Oh my, he does have a penchant for all that. It takes a special talent to make something as grand as this Blue Heaven spread he shows us today, with lovely old-time porcelain, French crystal, and even blue hydrangeas to match the Wedgwood. Beautiful.
BTW, if you're pressed for time, you don't have to watch the whole show to get the effect, just the first couple of minutes.
What a great gay anthem. Ought to be the gay anthem, I say. I'd make a few tweaks to the lyrics, but overall - I love it. Thanks to my truckbuddy Frank for posting it first.
The warm weather has brought the DIY'ers out in droves, on YouTube anyway, and my truckbuddies may be interested to see what somebody is doing with an old plantation house in South Carolina. Brian Branton, a D.C. attorney and lobbyist, saw historic Cedar Grove for sale online a while back, and by his own account, immediately fell in love with the place and snapped it up. Now he's hard at work writing checks to have the house and gardens restored to his idea of fabulous.
An enormous "passion project," as monied people like to say, but he seems to have the requisite energy and enthusiasm for it. Well, good luck to him in that reddest of all red states - I'm sure it's great fun to have a whole estate to play with.
You can choose how much you want to see of this project, from among a dozen or so vids Brian has posted already. Here's his first introductory overview from April 2024 (2 min.):
Here's Brian's walkthough of the whole house, a work in progress (47 min.):
And here's his latest video, just posted yesterday, an overview of the garden and grounds (29 min.):
These boys have big ideas that your Head Trucker wouldn't dream of attempting even if he was able to do it. And obviously, they have Money.To.Burn. But it's sweet to see a gay couple living out their idea of domestic bliss. More power to 'em.
Here in Texas, M.P. has been working like a Trojan the last few weeks on clearing brush, mowing the lawn, trimming the bushes, and replanting some herbs and flowers. I hope to get a few pics to post soon.
When I was a teenager, my mom had a kitchen with blue Formica counters and coppertone appliances, similar to the ones above. The cabinets were knotty pine. She put yellow gingham curtains in the kitchen window, which I realize now was just the right homey touch; she had a knack for that sort of thing. See the entire 1957 American Kitchens catalog here.
Your Head Trucker is taking a break from political blogging to clear his head. It's better for me to tend to our quiet life in this little bungalow instead of repeating all the outrage and uproar of the big world outside, which I can do nothing about.
In this video, Kevin shows and tells us about a wide range of kitchen gadgets, most of which I remember from my mother's and grandmother's kitchens. The camera work is a bit wobbly, but it's all fascinating if you enjoy cooking.
Bonus: Here's an array of useful gadgets from the 1940 Sears catalog, the rest of which you can browse through yourself at Catalogs & Wishbooks, a wonderful website full of more than 300 old catalogs from various mail-order stores.
N.B. - for equivalent prices in today's money, multiply by about 20. See Measuring Worth for more conversion factors.
Your Head Trucker often enjoys browsing through old house plan books over at the Internet Archive. Here's one of my favorite plans: the Lexington, a lovely colonial offered by Sears and Roebuck from 1927 to 1933. Even M.P., whose architectural tastes incline to the hobbity, admires the beauty of it.
Sears Lexingtton on the cover of the 1928 Sears Modern Homes catalog. Click to enlarge.
Sears Lexington, 1929, which was a revision of an earlier model.
Specifications and options for the 1929 model.
Sears Lexington from the 1932 catalog, showing an actual photograph of this model as built.
As everyone knows by now, I suppose, Sears, Wards, and other companies offered pre-cut materials to build houses in the first decades of the 20th century, as well as heating, plumbing, and electrical systems. Those houses ranged from tiny cottages to almost-mansions, in all the popular styles of the era.
The Lexington was one of the high-end models; to that $4000 price tag for pre-cut lumber and materials (windows, doors, nails, paint, flooring, mouldings, etc.), add about $1500 for all utitilies and necessary options like window screens and asphalt roof shingles, as well as who knows how much for the lot to build it on and the cost of excavating a basement, plus bricks and cement (not supplied by Sears), and carpenter's wages for whatever work you didn't do yourself.
So the total cost might have been around $8000 - equivalent to $144,000 today, according to Measuring Worth. This for a 36 x 26 floor plan, for a total of 1,872 square feet. And that's just for the house, not including furniture and appliances, nor landscaping nor even a garage for your Pierce-Arrow.
But of course most people bought much less expensive homes. The whole idea of the pre-cut, "mail-order" houses was to get a low-cost, well-built home that you could put up yourself, or, as many people did, hire a carpenter to erect it. A great idea in its time, and makes for fascinating reading today. If you're interested in that sort of thing, check out the Wikipedia article on "kit homes" here.
Bonus: Thousands of Sears homes are still standing and much loved today by happy homeowners. Here's a Lexington in Washington, D. C., that occupies its own triangular block. The plan is reversed from that shown in the catalog, an easy change. Some owner screened and expanded the side porch, and cleverly added a basement-level garage below. The house appears to be well kept, but looks rather bleak in a monochrome paint scheme, stripped of its colonial shutters. Why are modern people so afraid of color?
Mass-production housing for the masses. What a concept.
A couple of early Levittown houses in 2D and 3D view. Click to enlarge.
What was included in the price of a Levittown home in 1950.
Floor plan of the "Ranch" model, about 800 square feet. Much more convenient layout,, but the 8-foot kitchenette would bug me, and M.P. would would have fits.
M.P. and I enjoyed watching this touching 2008 film about the first Levittown, featuring some of the original owners reminiscing about the early days of that huge postwar development on Long Island. Levitt & Sons mass-produced more than 17,000 houses in less than five years, and built an entire town too, complete with schools, churches, stores, playgrounds, and swimming pools.
We both grew up in postwar neighborhoods ourselves, but they were nothing like this gargantuan, master-planned community. Quite an achievement - in my book, on a par with the Empire State Building and the Golden Gate Bridge. A dream come true with practical benefits. Here's a look into the human side of all that. Enjoy.
Those Georgia boys are at it again, adding yet more flowers and trees to their mountain garden, and water features too! They sure have lots of energy. As we used to, once upon a time . . .
After a long season of winter inactivity, M.P. in the last couple of weeks has gotten back into yardwork and gardening with vigor. The bright spring sunshine has helped his mood quite a bit. He says, "I feel happier now - but I hurt all over!" That's retirement life.
Artie Shaw is the best, and this Cole Porter tune made his career in the big band era. It's been a favorite of your Head Trucker's for many years, but this is the first time I've seen this live performance. Enjoy.
In my home, the America I love, the America I’ve written about, that has been a beacon of hope and liberty for 250 years, is currently in the hands of a corrupt, incompetent and treasonous administration. Tonight, we ask all who believe in democracy and the best of our American experiment to rise with us, raise your voices against authoritarianism and let freedom ring!
The last check, the last check on power after the checks and balances of government have failed are the people, you and me. It’s in the union of people around a common set of values now that’s all that stands between a democracy and authoritarianism. So at the end of the day, all we’ve got is each other.
There’s some very weird, strange and dangerous shit going on out there right now. In America, they are persecuting people for using their right to free speech and voicing their dissent. This is happening now.
In America, the richest men are taking satisfaction in abandoning the world’s poorest children to sickness and death. This is happening now. In my country, they’re taking sadistic pleasure in the pain they inflict on loyal American workers.
They’re rolling back historic civil rights legislation that led to a more just and plural society. They are abandoning our great allies and siding with dictators against those struggling for their freedom. They are defunding American universities that won’t bow down to their ideological demands.
They are removing residents off American streets and, without due process of law, are deporting them to foreign detention centers and prisons. This is all happening now.
A majority of our elected representatives have failed to protect the American people from the abuses of an unfit president and a rogue government. They have no concern or idea of what it means to be deeply American.
The America l’ve sung to you about for 50 years is real and regardless of its faults is a great country with a great people. So we’ll survive this moment. Now, I have hope, because I believe in the truth of what the great American writer James Baldwin said. He said, "In this world, there isn’t as much humanity as one would like, but there’s enough." Let’s pray.
2. Pete Buttigieg in Cedar Rapids, Iowa, yesterday:
Despite the great beard and awesome stache, no one would accuse Pete of being a rocker - but he was definitely on the same page as Springsteen:
Guys like these are our last hope. We need more like them.
M.P. tipped me to this video by a couple of guys down in Austin who are real handymen. Rodney takes us on a tour of their custom-made chicken coop and run, all very well built. What really aroused my, um, interest is Rodney's cut-off shorts that always seem about to slide right off his slim, supple body. If they lived closer, I'd offer to lend a hand and help him out. Boy howdy!
French Senator Claude Malhuret tells it like it is in French, with English subtitles:
I'm impressed with how well he knows all the details of what's going on in the United States - and sees through all the bullshit. But I suppose our self-destruction is obvious to the whole world.
Grandfather King George VI spoke by radio to all his peoples across the Empire at 9 p.m. on May 8, 1945, V-E Day:
Exactly eighty years later to the minute, grandson King Charles III spoke to a crowd of his people on Horse Guards Parade in London to commemorate the day:
What a surprise: Leo XIV, the first American pope.
God cares for us, God loves all of us, and evil will not prevail! We are all in God's hands. Therefore, without fear, united hand in hand with God and among ourselves, let us move forward.
--from Pope Leo's speech today
Pope Leo XIV was proclaimed today from the balcony of St. Peter's Basillica as the new Bishop of Rome and Supreme Pontiff of the Roman Catholic Church. A native of Chicago, he has served as Bishop of Chiclayo, Peru, and speaks English, Spanish, and Italian. He was made a cardinal by the late Pope Francis in 2023.
Yesterday, I blogged about the dark forces that seem to be engulfing the whole world. Perhaps Pope Leo will be one of the leaders of a countervailing force of light and peace. Perhaps, with his diverse personal and pastoral background, he is the right man for these times. Let us hope so.
Ya know, fellas, sometimes you just run out of steam. I've been posting a lot here for the last 100 days and more, but yesterday I realized I just don't want to write about the horror anymore. The stupidity, the craziness, and the absurdity are still growing, and going from bad to worse to beyond godawful - and it's breaking my heart.
We are living through a great turning point in the history of the world. The sunlit world of peace, prosperity, and progress - on the whole and in the main, despite all its flaws and failures - that our fathers fought for is disintegrating before our eyes. Instead, hateful right-wing dictatorships are arising all around the world, hand in hand with fundamentalist religion, willful ignorance, arbitrary cruelty, and the worship of Mammon. Liberty has dropped her lamp, and Justice her scales.
The human race, led by fools, frauds, and fanatics, seems to be in a race to the bottom, sinking back to a lower level of civilization that we thought we had left far behind us. And worse is to come, perhaps. I fear that the 21st century will make the 20th look like a Sunday-school picnic.
No one should take my words as a counsel of despair, but rather as an urgent warning. In any case, I can't do anything about it, and right now I need to come up for air and clear my head. So I'm taking a break from nausea, disgust, and political blogging - for how long, who knows.
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In this mortal life, we have to take the bitter with the sweet, and we should certainly enjoy the sweet parts while we can. It just so happens that a certain foodist in New York has got a sweet shade of orange for you to try - oh, Mary, don't ask!
We both love carrot cake, but I don't care for raisins. M.P., however, thinks it would be super.
Hello, what's this? I thought it would be on the actual anniversary, May 8th, but they are up to big doings in London today, which will continue through Thursday. Here's the live feed from Sky News:
(Note that London time is 5 hours ahead of New York, 6 hours ahead of Texas time.)
The pageantry began with a reading of part of Churchill's 1945 speech to the crowds gathered in Whitehall:
My dear friends, this is your hour. This is not victory of a party or of any class. It’s a victory of the great British nation as a whole. We were the first, in this ancient island, to draw the sword against tyranny. After a while we were left all alone against the most tremendous military power that has been seen. We were all alone for a whole year.
There we stood, alone. Did anyone want to give in? [The crowd shouted “No.”] Were we down-hearted? [“No!”] The lights went out and the bombs came down. But every man, woman and child in the country had no thought of quitting the struggle. London can take it. So we came back after long months from the jaws of death, out of the mouth of hell, while all the world wondered.
When shall the reputation and faith of this generation of English men and women fail? I say that in the long years to come not only will the people of this island but of the world, wherever the bird of freedom chirps in human hearts, look back to what we’ve done and they will say “do not despair, do not yield to violence and tyranny, march straightforward and die if need be -- unconquered.”
More scenes from England, then and now, including a different speech that Mr. Churchill recorded for the newsreels:
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is discord, harmony; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; where there is sadness, joy. Grant that I may seek not so much to be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love. For it is in giving that we receive; it is in pardoning that we are pardoned; and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life. Amen.
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We cannot all do great things, but we can do small things with great love.
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Churches say that the expression of love in a heterosexual monogamous relationship includes the physical, the touching, embracing, kissing, the genital act - the totality of our love makes each of us grow to become increasingly godlike and compassionate. If this is so for the heterosexual, what earthly reason have we to say that it is not the case with the homosexual?
It is a perversion if you say to me that a person chooses to be homosexual. You must be crazy to choose a way of life that exposes you to a kind of hatred. It's like saying you choose to be black in a race-infected society.
If God, as they say, is homophobic, I wouldn't worship that God.