tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380232356803921253.post6235426864573784572..comments2024-01-28T02:24:23.386-05:00Comments on Dan Leo: “Railroad Train to Heaven”, Part 258: questDan Leohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01603402268945559679noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380232356803921253.post-12306268103964181662011-07-11T23:10:11.165-04:002011-07-11T23:10:11.165-04:00Manny, my Grandmom had that barn too! In Cape May,...Manny, my Grandmom had that barn too! In Cape May, oddly enough. (With a driveway leading to Capehart Lane. Hmm...)My parents transformed the loft into their summer apartment, but to the family the structure was always known as "The Barn".Dan Leohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01603402268945559679noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380232356803921253.post-87750129702795317062011-07-11T22:32:58.358-04:002011-07-11T22:32:58.358-04:00Personally, I got a chuckle out of Ben on the bicy...Personally, I got a chuckle out of Ben on the bicycle. <br /> My grandparents had a barn just like that old one--but they had a Model A Ford in theirs. And cobwebs like you wouldn't believe.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16378662301271706094noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380232356803921253.post-15762109811371560862011-07-09T18:14:35.676-04:002011-07-09T18:14:35.676-04:00Kathleen -- I think driving big fast cars was a pa...Kathleen -- I think driving big fast cars was a patriotic act in those days. This after all was the heyday of the "muscle car", and in 1963 you never saw an adult riding a bicycle -- except at the seashore!Dan Leohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01603402268945559679noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380232356803921253.post-80997242976246104212011-07-09T18:01:48.741-04:002011-07-09T18:01:48.741-04:00I agree with Dean, the longer paragraph, especiall...I agree with Dean, the longer paragraph, especially.<br />But why does Ferdinand protest so much about riding bicycles? He's not peddling; he's doesn't look like a clown toodling around on one. Is it because amusing as he is; he's still a pest? He presents driving a car as if it's a patriotic act--was it in those days?Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12306491903311869968noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380232356803921253.post-60862070728749199502011-07-09T15:46:48.086-04:002011-07-09T15:46:48.086-04:00The more the merrier, Dean old pal.The more the merrier, Dean old pal.Dan Leohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01603402268945559679noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380232356803921253.post-72168333144269589712011-07-09T11:34:12.764-04:002011-07-09T11:34:12.764-04:00(for some reason my comment posted twice)(for some reason my comment posted twice)DRhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16337280129845449316noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380232356803921253.post-15379258034823030232011-07-09T11:32:50.223-04:002011-07-09T11:32:50.223-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.DRhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16337280129845449316noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380232356803921253.post-79953167611126839152011-07-09T11:32:48.088-04:002011-07-09T11:32:48.088-04:00“He lives in fear,” said the fly.
and:
“The size...“He lives in fear,” said the fly.<br /><br />and:<br /><br />“The size of that motherfucker. He looks like fucking Bluto on Popeye on a little kid’s bicycle.”<br /><br />and:<br /><br />There were no cars on the street, no pedestrians. It was mid-afternoon and everyone was already where they wanted to be, or had to be, or were forced to be, and some people perhaps fell into none of these categories, they were simply where they were because they could not be bothered to go somewhere else.<br /><br />nice!DRhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16337280129845449316noreply@blogger.com