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  • Inside Taylor’s

    Time to share a few more photos of the interior of Taylor’s antique store, on Carroll Street in capital square (next to Shakespeare’s book store). I wandered in today to see the newly-arranged selection of trinkets and baubles. The assortment is dizzying. The shop resembles nothing so much as your very rich aunt’s eclectic collection Read.

  • Taylor’s on North Carroll

    Taylor’s on North Carroll Street in downtown Madison has decorated their front window with a dizzying display of old-time toys. It’s more than I can do justice to in a few snapshots, but perhaps I can capture a tiny bit of the fun to be had looking in the window. A close-up of a few Read.

  • Mautz mansion

    I went for a walk through the ‘mansion district’ once again. Most of the old piles have fallen on hard times, their rooms now parceled out as flats to students. The landlords certainly aren’t much interested in preserving the character of the buildings, as evidenced by the cartoonish color of this lost mansion. Pink? Read.

  • Makado

    I went back to the ski slopes again! A couple guys as work, Romeo Bautista and Dave Christy, were headed for Makado, up north by Mutsu Bay, and asked me if I wanted to come along. I probably shouldn’t have; my legs were still sore and tight from skiing at Moya, but I couldn’t say Read.

  • shuss

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    Some people can strap on a pair of skis and learn to shuss down a hill with only a few minor spills that everybody can sit around and joke about later. Tim’s one of those people. He got on a snowboard and was shooting down the steeper slopes by mid-afternoon. My Darling B, I suspect, Read.

  • Band Of Brothers

    … there was no way training could prepare a man for combat. Combat could only be experienced, not played at. Training was critical to getting the men into physical condition, to obey orders, to use their weapons, to work effectively with hand signals and radios, and more. It could not teach men how to lie Read.

  • Familiar Noodle

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    B and I went down to Familiar Noodle House at lunch time for big, steaming bowls of ramen. I get the idea that “Familiar Noodle House” lost a little in the translation, don’t you? But it’s right there on the flag over the counter, in English and katakana. When we came back, we got stopped Read.

  • Dawgie chow

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    I may be wrong, but I think the Dawgies are starting to settle down to work. I expected a bit more rowdiness over weekend day watches, when there wasn’t as much to do and everybody was in that weekend mood. Not much trouble at all, though, and in fact several of the ops are doing Read.

  • Shimoda Salmon

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    Picture a shallow pool filled with about 200 salmon, big ones, about ten-pounders. A siren sounds, and about a hundred people jump into the water and try to catch the salmon with their hands. That’s the Shimoda Salmon Festival, our latest cross-cultural experience. Shimoda’s just a little way from here, so we figured if we Read.

  • dear Mom

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    [a letter to Mom:] Thought I’d pass along to you that I finally went through the hoard of coins you passed on to me from Grandpa Fred. It was a lot of fun, just like going through his pocket change, and I wanted to thank you. Lots of nice coins in there, by the way; Read.

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