As I said, hard week, scantish bleatage. But there's always something!

In Walberswick Astrid brought out some magazines I hadn't seen.

Is that their way of saying "gay"?

No, of course not, but then again, all those Liberace covers. His wikipedia page makes you think for a moment this actually happened:

Parker was best known as Shawn Brady, husband to Caroline (Peggy McCay) on Days of Our Lives. He portrayed the character semi-regularly from 1983 to 2008, when he started having health issues and made the decision to leave. In order to write Parker's character out of the show, Days of Our Lives writers had Shawn die in February 2008 after giving up his oxygen mask to save his son, Bo (Peter Reckell), on a sabotaged airplane that was going down. Parker subsequently retired from acting the following month.

Died in 2018.

The magazines have stories about Peg, which is why they were saved. I suposr  If you're just joining us: years ago I discovered the works of Peg Lynch on a website about old radio, and within a year I was at her house in Massachussetts with everyone in this picture:

The articles were all about the simple small-town gal who was now a radio / TV star, living a lovely life as a mom and wife as well as a star. She's just like you!

I used a colorizing app on this one:

PEg always had collies, I think.

Most of us don't find old magazines in our parents' pile of saved stuff, and find - well, our parents.

I think she's writting HI PUPPET.

		Here's what they look like originally. Rejiggered phone shots.

That was just . . . two weeks ago? It seems like the other side of the year.

And now, this year's Above-the Fold Kul-chah Feature, or ATFKF.

We're going to learn about the Witts now.

Says the Museum:

This is the Ridderzaal (Hall of Knights) at the Binnenhof in The Hague. Hanging from the ceiling are Southern Netherlandish and Spanish flags captured during the war. The representatives of the seven provinces of the Dutch Republic are gathered in the hall. When Stadholder William II, son of Frederick Henry, dies at the end of 1650, most of the provinces decide after lengthy deliberations not to appoint a new stadholder on 21 August 1651. The war is over, and – as they concur – the country is more than able to face the future without the Oranges.

Let me color correct it to see if we might strip away the years:

The fellows in the corner:

Wonder why they're there. And what's the painting depicting? To put it in terms you will no doubt understand, is this a Perry Mason with Halloween Costume Kids moment? We're the people looking at a picture and lacking the details everyone once knew?

We begin with a peculiar OUMB, because it’s not particularly ugly, and not particularly Modern, and is not necessarily the style of a bank. The rare early Renaissance look:

The odd thing about it? Looks as if there’s a rock garden in front of the door.

The ground floor of the building on the left doesn’t make sense. Where’s the door?

Either an addition or a rehab, and if you look at the bricks, a rehab seems possible. Likely.

It’s like they built a brick cage around a house they’d trapped.

Well, there’s a lot going on here.

Different bricks, Buckaroo overhang, blinded window, tiny window inserted.

I wonder if I was in a mood when I did this, or whether everything about the town was just . . . off.

The nuclear explosion seared their shapes into the wall

Okay, let’s remember the banner image, and reorient ourselves. This is the downtown.

BLITCH:

There’s a Blitch lane in town. There’s a Blitch family farming the area. There’s a small town to the north named Blitch, after its founder, W. H. Blitch, a local merchant.

Both have a severe indent, and do the best they can with it.

The arches are repeated in the next door building, which has no connection:

This makes me uneasy.

Too much tower. Overscaled and odd.

Signs of past modernization enthusiasms. These bricks will change downtown! No, these shapes will do it. Octagonal sidewalks will make us thrive.

The swoopy copper 60s wedge, ready to be shoved down to smash the hapless pedestrian.

I’m hoping that’s a law firm; otherwise I’m having a stroke.

The standard rote 70s style. Whole lotta brick inconsistency goin’ on, too.

Ah: nice marquee, and a cool-hued facade.

A bit less impressive from this angle. Opened as the Georgia in ’36.

Another imprisonment job:

Ah: almost completely untouched/

You know one. What’s the other?

It’s like a color-blindness test. Eventually one word pops out, almost audibly.

If I had to guess, and I am, and I don’t have to, but I want to, I’d say it was a department store that did a mid-century makeover, and everyone was pleased. Really made the town look up-to-date!

But nothing stays still. Let’s paint it!

It’ll be different! Not as good, but different, which is better!

That'll do! Restaurants now.