‘Sentimental Value’ is Freshly Pressed

Freshly Pressed? Again?

WordPress selected my post, Sunday Post: Sentimental Value, and featured it on the Freshly Pressed page today. I am honored by their choice and I extend my thanks to those involved in the process.

I also want to thank Jake over at Sunday Post for the topic that inspired me to write about something that had sentimental value. Images have always come easily to me, words— not so much. Jake’s topic challenged me to combine words with a photo and stretch myself as a blogger.

Thanks, Jake. I share this award with you.

The Bay Lights Project

On Tuesday, March 5th, 2013 at 8:30 p.m. PST the largest light sculpture in the world will be illuminated for the first time. 25,000 LED lights are attached to the vertical suspender cables of the San Francisco—Oakland Bay Bridge. At 1.8 miles wide and 500 feet tall the computer-controlled light show will be eight times the size of the Eiffel Tower’s 100th Anniversary light show.

You can click here to watch the festivities online starting at 7:30 p.m. PST. It will run everyday from dusk to 2 a.m. for the next two years. Watch the video below for a preview of the show.

Ready, Set, Go—the Finale

By way of review, last January 24th I participated in the writing challenge described below. In response to popular request, and a personal desire to finish the story, I have completed my assignment. Read on and enjoy.

Daily Prompt: Ready, Set, Go

“Set a timer for ten minutes. Open a new post. Start the timer, and start writing. When the timer goes off, publish.“ —The Daily Post at WordPress.com

It was a tough night to start a Graveyard shift. It was the Lioness’s birthday: a big one, the Double-nickel, 55 years. We had gone to dinner after she got home from work and now I was headed out to start work – 7 nights of the dreaded overnight shift. It was ‘Out of the blue and into the black’, to quote Neil Young.

Baseball, Wages, and the American Middle Class

Reblogged from The On Deck Circle:

As you can clearly see from this graph, the middle class has been trending in the wrong direction, regarding its share of national income, for over 40 years now.  If you are at least over 45 or 50 years old, you may recall a time when a one income household (usually headed by a male breadwinner) could adequately, even comfortably, provide for itself.  

Read more… 1,756 more words

This is a post from Bill over at The On Deck Circle. His primary interest is baseball and periodically he puts the game into real-life terms. Here is one such post.  

Daily Prompt: Ready, Set, Go

“Set a timer for ten minutes. Open a new post. Start the timer, and start writing. When the timer goes off, publish.” —The Daily Post at WordPress.com

It was a tough night to start a Graveyard shift. It was the Lioness’s birthday: a big one, the Double-nickel, 55 years. We had gone to dinner after she got home from work and now I was headed out to start work – 7 nights of the dreaded overnight shift. It was ‘Out of the blue and into the black’, to quote Neil Young.

Writing Challenge: the Devil is in the Details

“…Take any person, place, or event, and write three paragraphs describing your subject in great detail…”

—The Daily Post at WordPress.com

The black BMW sedan accelerated through traffic, weaving from lane to lane, trying to seize any available space among the other cars on the road. At the last-minute the driver swerved into the right-hand curb lane, braking hard and screeching to a halt in front of a homeless man seated on the sidewalk. The driver ignored the red curb and the No Parking sign beside his car as he opened the driver’s side door and placed two Gucci-clad feet on the pavement while opening the door wider to exit the vehicle.

A passing Tractor-trailer sped by and ripped the door off the car, surprising the driver who screamed, “My Beemer, my Beemer, look what he did to my Beemer!”

The homeless man on the sidewalk jumped up, pointed at the hapless driver and yelled, “Look at your arm! Dude, look at your arm!”, at which time the driver screamed, “My Rolex! Where is my Rolex?”