tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post76251389893113157..comments2023-12-27T08:47:46.468-05:00Comments on Irish Gumbo: Adult GeographyIrish Gumbohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07386134334156997186noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-32757384627248580762009-07-11T22:40:15.343-04:002009-07-11T22:40:15.343-04:00I love getting glimmers into people's childhoo...I love getting glimmers into people's childhoods. It's very exciting and calming too, as in general I think we all have had simlar experiences. He he @ the illecit booze and pizza on the handlebars!SweetPeaSurryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17193034370248526025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-44992771392737325282009-07-11T20:11:23.195-04:002009-07-11T20:11:23.195-04:00Very nicely written, Irish. I agree with mommysesc...Very nicely written, Irish. I agree with mommysescape6. You sure do have a way with your writing gumbo. And I just love a man who can cook a good gumbo, too! :) Cheers!!Margueritehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15846051579802335412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-11843713685923752482009-07-11T07:25:18.011-04:002009-07-11T07:25:18.011-04:00Beautifully (in a manly way, of course) said. Thou...Beautifully (in a manly way, of course) said. Though I traded my peddlin' bike in for a motorized one at 21 (with few years in the driver's seat of a car before), I recall those days. It wasn't "cool" to bike when I hit 14, so the bike sat and rusted while I hitch-hiked all over Dade County (and a couple of others). Or used a borrowed motor scooter. Or rode in a friend's car.Douglashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09752593286034877538noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-6240129992356058262009-07-10T16:42:44.950-04:002009-07-10T16:42:44.950-04:00no complaints here as usual - u got a way with ur ...no complaints here as usual - u got a way with ur writing gumbo u know that?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-84267740429676397532009-07-10T12:06:59.046-04:002009-07-10T12:06:59.046-04:00Hey, just dropped by to add you to my new newsread...Hey, just dropped by to add you to my new newsreader. <br /><br />Yo.Captain Dumbasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04922897593546186048noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-86015001630150657712009-07-10T08:48:46.805-04:002009-07-10T08:48:46.805-04:00that was incredible, as usual.
Man - am I BACK ...that was incredible, as usual. <br /><br />Man - am I BACK to following Braja all over bloggyland??Vodka Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04734323418017847775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-10030942659710512342009-07-10T03:10:25.131-04:002009-07-10T03:10:25.131-04:00I'M BACK!!! My computer!! It's fixed!! Yes...I'M BACK!!! My computer!! It's fixed!! Yes!! <br /><br />OK I've calmed down now.<br /><br />Well hell, it's been THREE FREAKIN' WEEKS.<br /><br />And just so you know? I'm gonna copy and paste this comment and post it on all the blogs I visit....:))))♥ Brajahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07693196044262677095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-13797809304115344322009-07-09T16:27:21.649-04:002009-07-09T16:27:21.649-04:00Who was that skinny little kid on his Kuahara and ...Who was that skinny little kid on his Kuahara and where did he get all that energy from? And look at that luxurious hair!Captain Dumbasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02214826608461609241noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-8953258797417061402009-07-09T10:55:02.759-04:002009-07-09T10:55:02.759-04:00I'm still very much a pedestrian - being a con...I'm still very much a pedestrian - being a confirmed city boy, a seasoned drinker and living within a stone's throw of public transport at all times, driving seemed more like an unnecessary expense than a requirement.<br /><br />However, now that my best friend has becomne my significant other, I've been told that she's not going to be the designated driver all the time so I shall leanring to drive at the tender age of 33. Let's hope everyone else out there survives the experience...That Baldy Fellahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01049009604878359923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-19278413683863321282009-07-09T01:01:24.806-04:002009-07-09T01:01:24.806-04:00Great post. The only thing worse than geography is...Great post. The only thing worse than geography is math. Ug.Angie Ledbetterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16407006980893727627noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-36056190717352695602009-07-08T22:57:20.475-04:002009-07-08T22:57:20.475-04:00Beautiful post, captures that middle aged confusio...Beautiful post, captures that middle aged confusion perfectly.<br /><br />Now, I'm 42 years old and I bought my first motor vehicle just 2 months ago. I'm a Canadian now living in rural Australia with my wife and 2 year old daughter. The only reason I got the car was because the massive bush fires that swept through this state came within 3km of our house and I had no way of safely getting my family out. <br /><br />I will tell you and every other person who pines for the joys of being a youth on a bicycle that some of that magic is still there. Get a bike, a real one, not a bike shaped object from Wal-Mart, and go for a ride. Sure it won't be the same, you're an adult now, but the connection to your landscape, the sense of exploring and adventure are certainly possible if you approach it in that way.<br /><br />I'm not going to rant on about all the benefits of transporting oneself through self-powered means and how it's possible in almost every situation. A bit off topic that. I will repeat however that everything positive you said about riding a bike is still true despite having grown up. It is indeed just like riding a bike. :)Coelecanthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17886124862805759520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-44388070681248905872009-07-08T21:43:02.924-04:002009-07-08T21:43:02.924-04:00Well said. I hope you never get your degree in Ad...Well said. I hope you never get your degree in Adult Geography. I'm trying to avoid it at all costs.Bethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06999741671175495307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-58038253894457399422009-07-08T18:50:15.142-04:002009-07-08T18:50:15.142-04:00I used to ride miiiiiiiiiiiles just for the love o...I used to ride miiiiiiiiiiiles just for the love of it. Everybody used to look at me funny when I told them where I'd been on my bike that day. I'd ride in excess of fifty miles sometimes, just enjoying the sun and the breeze and the curves. Sometimes when I drive I still remember what it was like to bike those stretches.Jon Daytonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17249074125721849866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-83292363817219010672009-07-08T16:53:19.633-04:002009-07-08T16:53:19.633-04:00ugh.. 'geezerdom' happens.. i have been th...ugh.. 'geezerdom' happens.. i have been there done that.. but i am fighting it every step of the way..<br /><br /><a href="http://split2tens.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow">Splitting Tens</a>jigginshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09901547517350516113noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-91990017967011700382009-07-08T16:49:56.623-04:002009-07-08T16:49:56.623-04:00Here in Southern California one must have a car if...Here in Southern California one must have a car if one is to function. That said, I remember riding my bike all over the place as a kid in Oregon, plus we actually liked to walk. We used to say, I'm using my Chevrolegs to get there. Now I just ride a stationary bike and use the treadmill down at the gym. <br /><br />Not that I'm a huge fan, but at Bank of America, you don't have to have a pen to make a deposit anymore, just saying...Elizabeth Bradleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03150221675618198674noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-76856230010052158862009-07-08T13:05:57.726-04:002009-07-08T13:05:57.726-04:00I live perpetually in a state when I both despise ...I live perpetually in a state when I both despise the little brats and envy their freedom, their lack of responsibilities.<br /><br />I don't ride bikes because I hate the 'adventure' of constant punctures.<br /><br />Hope you get that boil removed from your ass with relatively little discomfort.mo.stoneskinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10737422581378328590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-58953293959699660062009-07-08T12:20:08.333-04:002009-07-08T12:20:08.333-04:00My son, 17, got his license last year and has been...My son, 17, got his license last year and has been reveling in the freedom of getting around the island and surfing whenever and wherever.<br /><br />I miss the summers when he and a gang of boys would have their bikes and skateboards scattered across our lawn and come in looking for drinks and snacks.<br /><br />I wonder how many years before he looks back on his pre-driving days with nostalgia.Pseudohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10430783970802030846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-47422344918694499812009-07-08T11:31:53.512-04:002009-07-08T11:31:53.512-04:00I must admit, I'm rather enjoying not having a...I must admit, I'm rather enjoying not having a big hunk of metal with an engine in it..<br /><br />We're getting to know our city, and especially our neighborhood, so much better now that we're exploring it on foot/bike/by bus.ChurchPunkMomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06935370275930996701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-72060816629308777802009-07-08T09:18:48.597-04:002009-07-08T09:18:48.597-04:00Yes!
I speak of "The Hill" in my old ho...Yes!<br /><br />I speak of "The Hill" in my old hometown where we all learned to fly on our bikes.<br /><br />I took my daughter there one day and she looked at the small slope that cut through the "Wonder Years" cookie cutter development where I cut my teeth.<br /><br />"Where's the hill?" she asked my, brows knit<br />"Right there, I said, pointing to the slight downward grade in front of us.<br /><br />"Mom, seriously?" Is all she could say.<br /><br />Ah my sweet exaggerated youth!<br /><br />Peace - ReneAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05088944123595868347noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-26418008701240231602009-07-08T09:12:14.347-04:002009-07-08T09:12:14.347-04:00You reallly went to buy a pen to make that deposit...You reallly went to buy a pen to make that deposit??? I would have abandoned the whole errand and gone in search of a beer instead.Liz Wilkey (a.k.a. A Mom on Spin)https://www.blogger.com/profile/14804873736204504475noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-31863896602991351772009-07-08T08:59:17.560-04:002009-07-08T08:59:17.560-04:00Oh this makes me think of my son. He is missing th...Oh this makes me think of my son. He is missing the biking around the neighborhood this summer (he is in NYC for the summer). <br />Lovely post, Irish.cheatymoonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06328903955238115971noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-66394202335742932352009-07-08T08:42:57.056-04:002009-07-08T08:42:57.056-04:00something to be said for waking up, putting on you...something to be said for waking up, putting on your shoes and taking a walk.a mouthy irish woman? ridiculous!https://www.blogger.com/profile/10559289518691894880noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-17674724306183341362009-07-08T08:34:24.191-04:002009-07-08T08:34:24.191-04:00We were out in the country; a couple of miles from...We were out in the country; a couple of miles from the nearest small town. We spent countless hours riding bikes. It was freedom to us. <br /><br />I still have a bike and used to ride a lot, but it was more about trying to stay healthy rather than basic transportation. Now it sits in the garage with flat tires and covered in dust.IBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10808169402614328166noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-31274603320480486012009-07-08T08:27:07.708-04:002009-07-08T08:27:07.708-04:00I can so relate! Well done.I can so relate! Well done.Everyday Goddesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00486528297252417282noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-16644145654479025232009-07-08T08:08:19.744-04:002009-07-08T08:08:19.744-04:00I, too, spent the summers on foot or bicycle, unaw...I, too, spent the summers on foot or bicycle, unaware of how the years would sap that unlimited well of time and energy.<br /><br />BUT, looking back at adolescense and my youth, I realize I really wouldn't want to go back, although I kid about it a lot. I <i>like</i> being middle aged.<br /><br />Okay, yes, I'm weird. My license plate says so.Janhttp://www.janssushibar.comnoreply@blogger.com