STOATMOBILE WORLD TOUR! (all are welcome)

Well, as to their being "full of fat", I would again wish to defer to the expertise of the particularly vivacious Belgian Lady at the Godiva counter who was surely hired for her understanding of nutritional science and human physiology., and who ASSURED me that they were indeed fat-free. To suggest that these delightful chocolates would be anything contrary would be, in effect, suggesting that she was either being untruthful, didn't know what she was talking about, or thought that she could score an easy sale off of a scruffy little male stoat. I simply cannot believe that a Vivacious Beligan Lady would be anything other than moral purity personified, and so I would wish to continue to suggest that all Passengers may consume as many chocolates as they wish without fear of harm. :-)

"Coming through!" (as Tai Chi elbows her way to the chocolates).

Osso physically restrains Tai Chi in her cushioned rest area after she individually ate two entire boxes of Godiva chocolates. Stares balefully at Stoat...



The Stoatmobile sets down in Palisades Park in Santa Monica.
I've never actually lived IN Santa Monica, but have lived NEAR it since the forties. My aunt's house (where we lived a couple of times) was two blocks from the city-line into west LA. I took first communion at St. Monica's, went to 1st, 2nd, and part of 4th grade there. Went to SMCC for Trig and CA government. Worked in Santa Monica through the end of high school and all through university. Worked there later as a lab tech. Eventually had clients there in another field. Had dreams about tsunamis and the Santa Monica Civic Auditorium...

A key place of the city is also precarious - Palisades Park. When I was a teen, part of the cliff fell, and with it some folks at a picnic table...

I've done four 4x5 foot paintings, back in the early seventies, of people in the park. In the late seventies I jogged there on my lunch "hour", it taking me more than an hour to drive there and back and do the run (something like 3.7 miles back and forth, though don't trust my memory).

I've got a lot of my own photos of the park, not scannable right this minute.

Here's a google image -



View from Palisades Park toward Santa Monica Pier -

<<< whistling absentmindedly as though unaware of events or persons in the vicinity, busying self with repacking airlock seals which had become slightly leaky as a result of damages suffered when Montana had attempted to invite an Orca swimming friend on board earlier in the trip <<<<<

Not being a chocolate lover, I smile at the mention of Godiva chocolates. This confection, made by a minor subsidiary of Campbell soup, is actually made in the gritty post-industrial coal baron town of Reading Pennsylvania. As of a few weeks ago, Campbells soup was considering spinning it off to some other conglomerate (or breccia) that has no roots in being a chocolatier.

Right now, the supposed best quality chocolates are the truffles made bt a smnall company calle Neufchatel.
I dont know, I can eat a Krackle Bar witout gagging.

Farmer, I don't have links tonight to the Palisades cliff failing (guessing, say, 1958), but wondering what you'd say about the park's chances over time. Be aware, zillion dollar stuff is a few feet back.

Not that you need to put your professional view online, but curious re the nature of the cliffs.

In a recent slope failure near Santa Barbara, it seemed that irrigation on the land above was involved, not that I know how that came out.

As an Ignorant, I'm not too optimistic re right by those cliffs at Palisades park, nor in Huntington Palisades, over by Pac Palisades.

Aaaack, don't want to get you into real estate ville.

Just typing my own doubt over time.

Ah, and Ms. Persnicky posts, I'm pretty tired of talk only of chocolate after many hours (hours, that is, hours, over days) of posting what may seem easy posts.

Is anyone in attendance here, besides Aa and Eva and Tai Chi?

Line Up, we're going to Venice on the morrow.... snap.

I'm still here! I'm not supposed to be eating chocolates - so I'm sneaking them in sideways!

Carry on!

oh, god, margo talked me down from tharn....

Oh yes, mblmfnmbl....<stuffing another chocolate in mouth>...I'm still here. Just putting fresh batteries in my camera for tomorrow.

All right, I'm mollified.




See you in the morning in Venice...

California.

Venice Beach or Venice Italy?

Haven't you been paying attention, dadpaddy? Here, have a chocolate...

We're in California. Several of us wish we could flume over to Venice, Italy, and are prepared to expound on it...

given proper sustenance.

But, shape up, tomorrow we're in California.

Oh, wait, except for one place in Santa Monica...



hasta manana...

I wanna sit next to margo, cause shes cute.

Ooooh, lessee....

(Dadpad, by the way, how'd your new gig go?)

I suppose it's time for a serious few words.

I'm no fan about building at the ocean; for example, at Malibu Colony, even if friends bought a place there, nor in the forests, where fire companies have to save some damned expensive house, while a let-burn situtation makes sense re the fire ecology.

Live lightly, there's my view.






No matter what photos I show.

Going well so far and will turn into reasonable size farm forestry development project if I can meet the clients expectations.

You will.

Or that's their problemo, eh?