Quilt Contest

This is CP's quilt which I recently hung up in our living room. She used my favorite colors, red and black. It is beautiful.

This is my quilt, also red and black. I don't think I'll hang this one up.

This is a genuine Nazi flag. Like all things German the quality is top drawer. My mother's first husband brought this back from Germany. He was a Jew and was selected to be part of the liberation of the death camps. The flag is in very good shape. On V-E Day my mother brought the flag to the celebration at Times Square. There the flag was laid in the gutter for people to walk on. The age of fascism has faded, yet I can hold this souvenir in my hand and remember that sixty-four years ago over twenty millon people perished under this banner. No, this banner of death will go back in the safe. I prefer to hang up the sofa-size painting of the Dogs Playing Poker across from C.P.'s gorgeous quilt.

He's Back

Give me a break! It's been almost a year since BO had blog post.

In my politically incorrect room.

CP discovered this picture of my boyhood bedroom. Now I count a total of twelve guns. The long horn antlers above the bed with my Davy Crockett coon skin cap would really make P.E.T.A.'s day. How about that Conestoga Wagon on my nightstand, a little reminder of how the evil white man stole the Indian's land. My Tom Tom for when I played Cowboys and Indians. On the floor is my record player with it's assortment of patriotic songs e.g. "The Battle of New Orleans", "Big John" and the "Davy Crockett" theme song. If you look close you can see my "3-D Viewfinder" and my Hardy Boys novels. You just don't see kids with scrapbooks or doing Venus-Paint-By-Number anymore. Not an i-Pod to be seen anywhere. Like me, my old room probably belongs in a museum.