A B-24 of the USAAF hit by flak over Germany.
Yikes.
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A B-24 of the USAAF hit by flak over Germany.
Yikes.
Just listening to the song that played while my wife walked down the aisle.
It was timed perfectly, she appeared at the back of the room at exactly 3 minutes and 45 seconds into the song.
Time, June 21, 1968
Cover art: Roy LichtensteinJust as relevant today as it was 40+ years ago, sad to say
For the first time in my life, I wanna be an astronaut.
Waffen-SS recruitment poster - 1941
I can’t believe I fell for your dances with wolves act!
If you asked me to make a list of places I would never be, I can say with confidence that a minor league hockey game in Oklahoma would be fairly high on that list. However I was wooed by the lure of $2 beers and $1 hot dogs. There are about 10 air traffic students in section 312.
Minor league hockey and Division I collegiate hockey are THE BEST to watch.
I finally found a place to put my tape measure…! #cutiecandytin #laviedelavosgienne
My favorite candy!!!
Frank Horvath image via retronewyork.
Earlier today, caro:
“Have you ever lived in the suburbs? It’s sterile. It’s nothing. It’s wasting your life.” - Ed Koch
I was a little kid when Koch was the mayor. He was the mayor for longer than I was a kid. His was the New York I grew up in.
I remember his city as bankrupt, dark for days in ‘77, garbage strikes — garbage strikes — I remember seeing buildings on fire with firemen who avoided them because they might get shot, discovering my dad carried a tactical knife in his architect’s suit, and how shaken he was when a suicide diving out of a midtown window missed him by inches. I remember, at 10 years old, walking with him in Times Square when a prostitute offered services to both of us. I had no idea that there were other ways to live.
It’s not like I grew up hard, but Ed Koch’s New York was hard, make no mistake, and I remember that even in the middle-class half-suburbs of the Bronx, not everything was pretty, and not everything was healthy, but it was life, it was breathing, and you had everything to remind you that animals devour whatever stops moving. Everything to remind you that humans could build this fucking thing, and humans could wreck it, and there was romance in all of that, in both those impulses.
I’m departing New York in a substantive way this weekend, on my way to MIT’s Media Lab, living primarily in Boston or Cambridge or I don’t know what. I don’t know where I’ll live there, or what it will be like. But it won’t be like Ed Koch’s New York. Hell, New York isn’t like Ed Koch’s New York.
But what he said is true now like it was true then, and I’m saying goodbye to Ed Koch today, and New York this weekend, and I’ll miss him and his city with my whole heart. Rest In Peace, Mister Mayor, and the city you kept running. It’s running still.
The Brandenburg Gate illuminated at midnight in honor of Adolf Hitler’s 50th birthday; Berlin - 20 April 1939
There is something terrifically eerie about this.