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This is of course, not a real bear. We were on an Alaska cruise and this was a lifesized stuffed bear in a gift shop. Had it been a real bear, Tess would likely have not had time to snap the photo and I might have been a bit more animated.
I did encounter a real bear years ago on a backpacking trip in the Sawtooth Mountains of Idaho. I was with my oldest brother. We rounded a bend in the trail and caught sight of the south end of a northbound bear. As with most bears, it really didn't want to encounter us anymore than we wanted to encounter it.
But as usual, I digress.
The photo, which I have cleverly turned into a drawing via the magic of Photoshop, is a perfect example of creative posing. I do this a great deal because I am rarely comfortable with people taking my photo (though after 14 cruises you would think I'd be used to it by now).
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Case in point, the above image is me in front of a totem pole. I was using restraint. Normally I would pose pointing at the object I am standing next to.
And here I am posing with Poppy:
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Actually I was sitting on Poppy. I believe this was in Belize. Poppy had one ear that appeared to have been chewed partially off by another horse. He seemed okay with that, though and I didn't dwell on it.
And here is Snappy:
Snappy was a baby alligator at a tourist trap in the Everglades that you could hold and pose with for $3. Of course, you could also then buy a shirt that said, "I held Snappy" for another $20. I declined. Snappy seemed very resigned to his lot in life. I think he was just taking it all in, waiting for the day that he was six foot long and could extract payback for the indignity of it all.
Sometimes I pose with famous people:
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This was taken in Las Vegas at a public transit convention. To be honest with you, I don't think they were the real Marilyn and Elvis. Marilyn told me that Elvis' real name was Tim, just like mine. I told her we weren't related. I'm a silver tongued devil.
Here I am posing with Jim Hendrix:
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Well, actually it is his memorial at a cemetery in Renton, Washington. It was a very nice memorial. Several Japanese tourists were there snapping photographs. I told them that I was Richard Gere. Somewhere in Japan I think my photo is up on someone's wall.
And here is Snappy:
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Sometimes I pose with famous people:
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This was taken in Las Vegas at a public transit convention. To be honest with you, I don't think they were the real Marilyn and Elvis. Marilyn told me that Elvis' real name was Tim, just like mine. I told her we weren't related. I'm a silver tongued devil.
Here I am posing with Jim Hendrix:
![](http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0qmWuUaP3g/SX_2YH5xdpI/AAAAAAAADe0/1TpDP7IF7Go/s400/timjimi.gif)
Well, actually it is his memorial at a cemetery in Renton, Washington. It was a very nice memorial. Several Japanese tourists were there snapping photographs. I told them that I was Richard Gere. Somewhere in Japan I think my photo is up on someone's wall.
Here I am posing with a trash can in Disneyland:
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I have a whole series of these with different trash cans in each of Disneyland's "lands" and in California Adventure. But I'll save those for another blog.
And here's a rare photo of me simply standing in front of the Del Coronado Hotel in San Diego. We stayed there a couple of years ago.
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It is supposed to be haunted. We didn't see any ghosts, but it is a very cool old Victorian hotel. It was where they filmed Some like it hot with Marilyn Monroe, Tony Curtis and Jack Lemmon. This is particularly interesting since I had met Marilyn in Las Vegas (see earlier photo).
And finally, here is a photo of me posing on caboose on the aforementioned Alaska cruise.
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I thought it was an appropriate way to end this blog entry since, if you've been patient enough to endure these random images, you've probably been wondering if there was a caboose to this train of thought I'm riding on.
This is it.
3 comments:
These are really cool shots. Looks like you have really gone on a lot of adventures. I'm really going to have to get "photoshop". Looks like fun. I checked out your wedding album. Thanks for sending me the link. Tess is just adorable. The two of you make a wonderful couple.
Thanks for the story about your REAL first kiss. You are a true romantic. It's funny how as a child, affection, teasing and violence all go hand in hand.
Thanks Shandi. Tess and I like to travel. It is cheaper than having children. And I think she's pretty adorable, too, thank!
Thanks for clarifying just how violent that punch was.
I have to admit...I hit a boy who tried to kiss me. In fact, I chased him down, grabbed him by the back of his jacket, pulled him to the gravel and beat the liv'n snot out of him. He never tried it again.
I should really practice this behavior more often.
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