We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Cell phone! Ha,ha. That's good. Interesting moment in time. Iconic photographic comment on the Great Crash. It's a Chrysler, which was still a fairly new and fast-emerging make at the time. That hood ornament would become a decorative signature on the Chrysler Building. Note, too, that it has a golf club compartment (little square door at rear), for gentlemen of leisure. Well dressed fellow looking it over. I like the the bowler. Yeah, BD, I love that cell phone thought.
Ralph Kinney Bennett
The photo exemplifies the benefit of having cash during a deflationary period, but you'd think twice about buying that car today for $100 when it might be $75 next week and $50 the next. And for a second I too thought the guy was on a cell phone.
I was a growing boy then, or shortly thereafter (can't pin down exactly when the photo was taken). Whenever I see someone talking on a cell phone, it looks to me like they're scratching their heads. Still can't get used to the &%#$@!! things.