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    A Bowl of Snowflakes

    Part of the appeal of Halloween – at least for us baby boomers – is the thought of innocent days (and nights) from our distant past. Not only were we kids back then, we cavorted in full costumes through our neighborhoods without a parent in sight. Every house left a light on or a door open to welcome trick-or-treating. Every street seemed safe and inviting.  And the treats were often as homemade as they were store-bought. Cookies. Lollipops. The odd neighbor doling out little sausages hot off the grill from his front yard (BBQ sauce optional). And the occasional popcorn ball.

    Who doesn’t love a good popcorn ball?  Me.  I don’t.  Popcorn balls may be a nostalgic Halloween memory but they’re also an insult to popcorn.  Whoever invented them turned a savory snack into a sickly sweet one.  We’re not talking caramel-, chocolate-, or even kettle-corn sweet here;  just liquid sugar designed to act as glue to make popcorn a convenient handheld.  Awful.

    I admit it, I’ve become a popcorn snob the way some people are about coffee.  There’s a way to enjoy popcorn and there’s a dozen ways not to.  It’s a snack that deserves to get it right, because getting it wrong is anything but a “treat” (like popcorn balls).

    Popcorn eased its way into our after-dinner desserts by necessity.  One day (night) my wife and I sat there after the evening meal and realized we were having dessert way too often.  It was always ice cream, cookies, or whatever else we could find in the pantry.  Somehow a savory dinner necessitated a sweet dessert.  Bad habit – very bad.  Instead, make the dinner healthy enough, eat it early enough, and keep yourself off the couch watching TV.  Then dessert rarely enters the conversation.  Yeah, uh, we’re still working on that.  The dinners are healthy, but we can never get them on the table – er, couch – before 7pm.

    Popcorn to the rescue. It’s a dessert that doesn’t feel like a dessert.  It’s not sweet, and with an air popper it’s all of three ingredients.  Popped corn, topped with butter and salt.  Make those first two “organic” and the last one “Celtic sea”, and it sounds like something that’s actually good for you.

    Popcorn belongs in a bowl, not in a ball.  We take the largest bowl in our kitchen, fill it almost full with popped corn, and call it dessert.  Oh, right, but that’s just for me.  Then we take the second-largest bowl in our kitchen and pop a similar serving for my wife.

    Before…

    Since I always aim to educate a little, here’s popcorn trivia worth remembering.  One, the corn used for popping is not the same as the kernels on the cob (so don’t get any ideas).  Two, when the kernels burst – literally inside out – you get one of two shapes; snowflakes or mushrooms.  Snowflakes are what we have at night for dessert, and what you find severely overpriced in movie theaters.  Mushrooms are what you find in a box of Cracker Jack or Fiddle-Faddle.  Think teeny-tiny popcorn balls.  As for the kernels that don’t pop?  They’re called “old maids”.  In the world of popcorn at least, you’d rather be a snowflake than an old maid.

    After…

    Some more fun facts.  Popcorn displaced movie candy during the WWII years because there was a shortage of sugar.  Years later it’s still the more popular concession at the theater.  On average every American consumes 58 quarts of popcorn every year.  Picture those red/white striped cardboard containers you see when you purchase popcorn from a cart.  Multiply by 58.  You eat a lot of popcorn.  But why shouldn’t you?  It’s convenient, easy-to-make, and healthy as long as you use an air popper.  Really healthy if you substitute olive oil for the butter, which a lot of people do these days.  But I say ewwwwwww to that.  Leave olive oil to the Mediterranean diet instead.

    All this talk of popcorn has me thinking it’s time for dessert.  It’s easy to forego the sweet stuff when savory snowflakes beckon.  Just remember, it’s not a ball of popcorn, it’s a bowl.  A proper presentation precedes perfect popcorn.

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    LEGO Trevi Fountain – Update #2

    (Read about the start of this build in Brick Wall Waterfall)

    Let it echo throughout the streets of Rome, Dave is no Michelangelo (and yes, I know Michelangelo didn’t design the Trevi Fountain but he could sure sculpt).  In today’s effort to rise the LEGO fountain from its foundation, I made countless placement mistakes.  I got four steps into Bag 4 – of 15 bags of pieces – and realized I’d placed everything  just a little bit off on the foundation.  That meant breaking it all down, going back to the first step, and starting over.  Can you imagine my fate if I made this mistake with the real Trevi?  Placed and set the travertine just a little bit off?  The foreman would have my head! (which is no joke, at least not three hundred years ago).

    “Building” water is not that easy

    Frankly, everything seemed off today.  I kept getting the piece placement slightly wrong, as if I refused to learn from my last mistake.  At one point I turned two pages forward in the instruction manual instead of one, skipping a full two steps in the build.  And the below photo is what “broke the camel’s travertine”.  Tell me reader, what’s wrong with this picture?  Five little leftover pieces and one BIG piece, that’s what.  LEGO never throws in big leftover pieces.  Sure enough, I paged back through the manual, and there it was.  I’d overlooked the step where you place that arch.  Never mind that it’s buried under “pieces” of blue water now.  Leave it out and our beautiful fountain might collapse into a pile of very expensive rubble.

    You know who’s laughing about all of my missteps today?  The singers in the music I chose for my accompaniment: Rossini’s The Barber of Seville.  His opera may be about money, disguises, lovers and all that, but it sounded more like getting scolded over and over through song.  You got overconfident, Dave (tra-la-la).  You’re no sculptor, Dave (la-ha-ha).  Maybe LEGO isn’t for you after all, Dave (wha-ha-ha-HA!)

    The gleeful singing in “The Barber of Seville” is all in Italian, so for all I know they really did change their tune to berate my amateur building efforts.  I took that to heart.  Bags 5 and 6 are gonna have to wait until next week.  I sure hope the foreman won’t look at this decision as “getting behind schedule”.  He might have my head!

    Running build time: 1 hr. 44 min.

    Total leftover pieces: 10

    Some content sourced from Wikipedia, “the free encyclopedia”.


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    Chain (Saw) Reaction

    When your kids celebrate you on Mother’s Day, you get flowers and chocolates; maybe even a homemade breakfast. When your kids celebrate you on Father’s Day, you get a gift card to Home Depot or Lowe’s, which is awesome. My kids are perceptive enough to know there’s always something I need for the workshop, so that little plastic rectangle of credit always brings a smile. But what I need is always trumped by what I want. Like power tools.

    A polesaw is one of the cooler power tools out there (especially if you have a use for it).  A polesaw is essentially a chain saw mounted on top of twelve feet of plastic pipe.  At the bottom is the trigger.  It’s like the world’s longest rifle, only you’re spinning chain saw blades instead of firing bullets.  Picture the head and neck of a very thin giraffe.  Or something out of a horror movie you’d watch this Halloween.

    Polesaws are perfect for cutting down those overhead tree branches you cannot reach.  You avoid the whole fall-off-the-ladder thing, which is fine with me since I’ve done it before.  And with today’s super-batteries, you’re not tethered to a cord or a gas tank.  Which brings me to my real story.

    After purchasing my brand new Craftsman polesaw at Lowe’s – and barely fitting it into the back of my SUV – I headed on home eager to try it out.  Charge up the battery, unsheathe the chain saw blade, and get to chopping down branches.  When I did get home however, I realized my most basic of blunders: I had no battery.  Right there on the box in plain English: TOOL ONLY.  BATTERY AND CHARGER SOLD SEPARATELY.  Talk about “buzz kill”.

    A few days later I made it back to Lowe’s.  Found the battery (the last one!), as well as an employee to escort me to check-out to make sure I paid.  I get it – those batteries are expensive – more than the pole saw itself in fact.  Okay, so now I have my pole saw and my battery.  When I got home again however, I discovered my next blunder.  It’s just a battery.  It’s not a battery and a charger.  Without a charger, a battery is just a bunch of chemicals housed in a case.  Good grief, Charlie Brown! (with a whack on the forehead)

    “giraffe”

    The next time I went to Lowe’s – where they now know me on a first-name basis – I found the charger.  But here’s the problem. The charger comes with a battery, versus being sold all on its own.  In other words, I have to buy a battery I don’t need.  Okay, so I’ll return the first one.  But after another employee escort to  check-out and a little thought, I realized my biggest blunder of them all.  I’d already unpacked and installed the first battery on the polesaw.  Now I have a polesaw, a battery, a charger… and another battery I can no longer return.  Needless to say, I’m well past the amount of my Father’s Day gift card by now.

    I like to end every story with good news.  The polesaw advertises “325 cuts per battery charge”.  In other words, I’m never gonna need that second battery.  Sure looks lonely sitting there on the workbench.  Guess I just found me an excuse to buy another Craftsman power tool!

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    LEGO Trevi Fountain – Update #1

    (Read about the start of this build in Brick Wall Waterfall)

    Our LEGO Trevi Fountain already feels like it’s flowing after just 3 bags – of 15 bags of pieces.  You know this is going to be quick construction when I’m showing evidence of “brick wall” and “waterfall” just twenty percent into the build.

    Rhapsody in Blue

    The rust on my LEGO skills was apparent from the first bag.  I assembled the first two pieces incorrectly, thought I was missing a piece (which you always find later), and questioned why I ended up with an extra piece (which is LEGO’s way of saying, “in case you lose one”).  Bag 2 had similar challenges.  And Bag 3 was a little more difficult because you get lost in all those dreamy shades of blue.  There was a moment when I placed an entire section of the fountain too far forward, corrected it, and thought, “Wow, Travertine is hard to move!”

    For my fountain-building accompaniment, I thought it would be appropriate to listen the to the works of classical Italian composers.  For today’s portion, I went with Vivaldi’s “The Four Seasons”.  Bag 1 took me through “Spring” while Bag 2 took me through “Summer”.  Bag 3 required the other two seasons.  But as you can see, I already have a four-seasons pool I could throw coins into!

    Running build time: 1 hr. 5 min.

    Total leftover pieces: 2


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    Brick Wall Waterfall

    If you were to spend an entire year in Rome, you could visit five churches every day and still miss out on some of the more than 1,600 within the city limits. You could also visit five piazzas (public squares) and never see all 2,000. If monuments are your thing, Rome has so many that instead of an actual count they simply say “more than any other city in the world”. And then we have Rome’s fountains. You could dip your hand in five a day and never see them all in a year. So here’s a better idea.  Just spend a few hours at the Trevi and assume all of the others are second best.

    Fontana di Trevi

    I wouldn’t decree “best fountain in all of Rome” if I hadn’t been there and seen it for myself.  I spent a college year in the Eternal City studying architecture, and you can’t help noticing the other elements of the city while you’re at it.  Like fountains on every street corner.  The Trevi Fountain was walking distance from the hotel/dorm we Americans lived in, so you can bet I stood before the Trevi’s gushing waterfalls many a day.  Even a few nights.

    Most people assume “Trevi” is an Italian word.  It’s actually two words mashed into one. Tre = three, vie = ways.  The Trevi is located at the intersection of three streets.  It’s also the terminus for an aqueduct from ancient times.  Water is picked up from a source outside of the city, carried over fourteen miles through the aqueduct, and deposited “with a splash” at the Trevi, to be further dispersed to the city underground.

    Here’s a little more trivia on the Trevi.  It was designed and built in the 1700s, on the back wall of a palace.  It’s primary material is travertine stone (pricey!) quarried from nearby Tivoli.  Besides the columns, arches, and niches along the wall, you have quite the trove of imagery going on over the water, with mythological creatures like tritons and hippocamps.  I have no idea who the sculpted figures gazing down from either side are, but the big guy front and center is Oceanus, a pre-Olympian god.

    If you’re a top-five tourist attraction in Rome, you must be pretty darned attractive for a city with countless places to visit.  Maybe it’s the coin thing.  Why do tourists stand with their backs to the fountain and toss three coins over their shoulder into the water (right hand, left shoulder)?  Because legend says they’ll return to Rome some day if they do.  “Legend” is really just Hollywood, from the movie Three Coins in the Fountain.  But if you really know your Trevi trivia, you say the tossed coins follow the ancient tradition of honoring the gods of the waters, granting you safe passage home.  

    I’ve talked about the Trevi before, in Too Many Roads Lead to Rome.  The fountain has become so popular you now need a ticket and a specific time to stand in front of it.  But what I haven’t done before is build the Trevi.  Last spring, the “architects” at LEGO immortalized the fountain in a 731-piece model, which I will construct over the next several blog posts.  I haven’t put my hands on a piece of LEGO since Notre-Dame du Paris last January (which still beckons me to add its lighting kit).  I might be a little rusty at this.  The fountain might leak a little.  But I’m up for a dip in this brick wall waterfall if you are.

    Author’s Note: The title of this post was inspired by the strange-but-sweet Dickie Roberts: Former Child Star.  The movie included a little ditty my thirty-one year old daughter can still recite to this day: “Brick wall, waterfall, Dickie thinks he got it all but he don’t, and I do, so BOOM with that attitude. Peace punch, Cap’n Crunch, I’ve got something you can’t touch. Bang-bang choo-choo train, wind me up I do my thing. No Reese’s Pieces, 7-Up, you mess with me, I’ll mess you up.”

    Some content sourced from the TripAdvisor.com article, “Everything you need to know about the Trevi Fountain coins”; IMDB, “the Internet Movie Database”; and Wikipedia, “the free encyclopedia”.


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    Horses on Circular Courses

    In 1972, Billy Preston topped the Billboard Hot 100 chart with the catchy “Will It Go Round In Circles”. A year later, The Spinners spent five weeks at #1 on Billboard’s R&B chart with “I’ll Be Around”. More recently, Kacey Musgraves’ debut single “Merry Go ‘Round” won the Grammy Award for Best Country Song.  All of which is to say, if I’m asked to celebrate “National Carousel Day” I have a great choice of theme songs for the occasion… played on endless loop, of course.

    A double-decker!

    National Merry-Go-Round Day (I prefer “Carousel”) was this past July 25th, as it has been every year since 2014.  Did you skip it like I did?  The holiday claims to “celebrate the carousel’s history and joy, particularly marking the first U.S. patent by William Schneider in 1871.”  And to celebrate, we’re meant to visit a local carousel, go for a spin, and post pictures of ourselves doing so online.  So we drop everything we’re doing on July 25th and climb on a wooden horse?  National M-G-R Day doesn’t even rate as a Hallmark holiday (and don’t waste your time trying to find a card to prove me wrong).

    Contrary to my opinion about M-G-R Day, I think carousels are charming and a bit of innocent fun (other than those brass rings, which we’ll get to in a second).  Carousels inspired memorable scenes in Mary Poppins and BigCarousel was the Rodgers and Hammerstein musical that Time magazine deemed “the best of the 20th century”.  The “Carousel of Progress” was (and still is) one of the more unique attractions at Disneyland.  And of course, carousels led to those pipe and metal spinners we all played on at the park when we were kids.

    Carousel is derived from the French word for “little battle”, which hints at why we’re riding them at all today.  In 17th century Europe, equestrian tournaments included “ring jousting”, where the rider attempts to spear a ring-on-a-string with his joust as he flies by.  To practice this sport without wearing out the horses, a clever soul invented the carousel, complete with wooden horses on poles and a real horse to pull the device in circles.  Eventually carousels made their way into carnivals, and then to the prominent locations where you find them today.

    Care for a ring?

    Now you also understand why early carousels had ring dispensers.  They were a nod to ring jousting!  The dispensers were filled with iron rings along with a few brass ones.  If you were lucky enough to ride an outside horse and grab a brass ring (which is harder than it sounds as your horse goes up and down), you could exchange the ring for a prize or another loop on the carousel.  For good reasons – safety being one – ring dispensers have been removed from most carousels today.

    The people who came up with National M-G-R Day should’ve probably gone with “International”, because many of the world’s most distinguished carousels spin outside of the United States.  The Carousel El Dorado in Tokyo, Japan, built in 1907, is the oldest amusement park ride still in operation in the country.   The Lakeside Park Carousel in Ontario, Canada (1905) includes a self-playing organ that uses rolled sheets of music, rewinding one while playing the next.  The Letná Carousel in Prague, Czechia (1892!) is one of the oldest in Europe, remodeled in 2022 but still housed in its original wooden pavilion.

    Looff Carousel (1911)

    America has its share of prominent “gallopers” as well.  The Looff Carousel in Santa Cruz, CA is one of the few remaining with a ring dispenser, and entertains with the music of three organs.  The Over-The-Jumps Carousel in Little Rock, AR (1924) simulates the natural movement of a horse instead of just going up and down on a pole.  And the Flying Horse Carousel in Westerly, Rhode Island (1876!) is exactly as advertised.  The horses are attached to the center spindle instead of the wooden platform, creating a better sensation of flying through the air.

    Dorothea Laub Carousel (1910)

    Okay, I have a confession.  I had the perfect opportunity to celebrate National M-G-R Day just days after it happened this year.  My wife and I traveled to San Diego with our children and grandchildren for a beach vacation and found ourselves in Balboa Park, home of the Dorothea Laub Carousel (brass ring dispenser!)  If we hadn’t already worn out the little ones on a long walk through the Japanese Friendship Garden we might’ve made it to the wooden horses.  But I’m not losing sleep about it.  After all, National M-G-R Day will come ’round again next year.

    Some content sourced from Wikipedia, “the free encyclopedia”.


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    Ellen Makes Her Move

    When we moved into our current house (and even the one before it), we made the classic mistake of saying, “We’re never moving again”.  After all, picking up and going from one place to the next can be a real pain in the you-know-what, especially with pets and vehicles to relocate on top of the furniture and clothes. But at least we’re only talking about moving houses. What if you had to move an entire town?

    Ellenton, SC

    If you live in an RV or a tiny home, you’d think nothing of pulling up stakes and going somewhere else.  You have the wheels or the flatbed to make it happen.  But moving an entire town means a population of people and a collection of structures.  it sounds like something that could only happen on a Hollywood movie set.  Unless you’re the U.S. government with its sights set on Ellenton, South Carolina.

    Ellenton train depot

    Ellenton first appeared on a map the way a lot of small towns did back in the day.  The railroad was interested in running new tracks through the farms of the area and a deal was made to acquire the land, including a plot for the train station.  In Ellenton’s case, the railroad developer was smitten with the primary landowner’s daughter (Ellen).  The relationship never blossomed but he did name the budding town after her.  Thus we have “Ellen’s Town”, shortened to “Ellenton”.

    Ellenton grew quickly in the late 1800s, from a host of agricultural productions to a working, living community of 600 residents.  Eventually you’d find churches, schools, a post office, a general store, a dairy, and even a milling company and a cotton gin.  But what nobody saw coming was the potential of the area for the construction of a massive facility know as the Savannah River Site (SRS).  In the 1950’s in Cold War America, the U.S. government decided Ellenton and its surrounds were the perfect riverside location for plutonium and tritium production, for the development of the hydrogen bomb.  Ellenton “won the lottery” over a hundred other locations.

    I can’t imagine sitting in Ellenton’s town hall back when the announcement was made.  Someone who drew a very short straw had to stand in front of the residents and say, “Sorry folks, we’re going to tear down your town so we need you to find somewhere else to live”.  Then the government wrote checks for the properties and businesses and simply walked away.  Eminent domain in capital letters.

    I’ll admit I thought the government really did move Ellenton to another location.  I pictured a cartoon image of the world’s largest spatula, sliding under Ellenton’s streets and buildings like an entire sheet cake, then dropping the whole mess several miles away.  But I really thought the government moved Ellenton because we live right down the street from a town called New Ellenton.  Turns out, New Ellenton is simply where a good chunk of the original residents chose to call home.  The government had nothing to do with it.

    Maybe the government didn’t move the living but the law required they move the dead.  By the time Ellenton and several other small towns were acquired and shut down, the SRS property encompassed 310 square miles.  That meant the relocation of 130 cemeteries, amounting to over 6,000 grave sites.  They didn’t get every last one, so it’s fair to say old Ellenton still has a few residents.

    The black-and-white photos I share here – from the Ellenton website – give the town a charming, old-timey feel.  The few residents alive today hold reunions to share the memories of a place they can no longer see or even visit.  Some of Ellenton’s stories make it sound very cozy.  I wish I could say the same about New Ellenton, which is nothing more than a couple miles of highway with gas stations and bars scattered on either side.  Frankly, the only reason you drive through New Ellenton is because you’re on your way to somewhere else.

    I wouldn’t be nostalgic for Ellenton if the government didn’t make it disappear.  Kind of reminds me of Brigadoon, the Scottish village that magically appeared out of the mist every hundred years.  Maybe Ellenton will appear out of a nuclear winter on the hundredth anniversary of it’s own demise.  In the meantime, a songwriter captured the story of the town in a rather sad ballad.  “The Death of Ellenton” was never a big hit, but the town it celebrates sure took one.

    Some content sourced from the WJBF website article, “Hometown History: The Forgotten Town of Ellenton”; the Ellenton SC website (including all photographs); and Wikipedia, “the free encyclopedia”.


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