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The U.S. military exercise that shot live-fire artillery rounds over Interstate 5 on Saturday dropped metal shrapnel onto a California Highw
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Oopsie. The propaganda exercise shot the JD Vance security detail vehicles.
The U.S. military exercise that shot live-fire artillery rounds over Interstate 5 on Saturday dropped metal shrapnel onto a California Highw
Newman, California (Newman!)
Photo taken on a late 1990s Sony Cybershot camera.
First loves will always stay in your heart no matter where you are, what you are doing, or who you are with. Here is a playlist compilation of music dedicated to that person.
1) First Love Never Die ー Soko
2) Young Lost Love ー Appleby
3) Soren ー Beabadoobee
4) You're The Reason ー Chris Wright
5) Cherry ー Harry Styles
6) Highway ー UMAGAT
7) The Moon Song ー Scarlett Johansson,
Joquin Phoneix
8) Ultimately ー Khai Dreams
9) Inside Of Love ー Nada Surf
10) Solo ー Samsa
11) Pluto ー Phum Viphurit
12) For The Fickle ー Reese Lansangan
Tagged by my fav @softbull to share a song I don’t think y’all have heard. 💕
This one has a soft spot in my heart because highway 5 is in my home state ☺️
Tagging @samwhambam @penetralia--mentis @ghouls-nextdoor @calellon @adorkysuavegent @cherryyharryy and anyone else who wants to do this too! ☺️
Old, scratchy photo from the 50s of Bronson County in northeastern Alabama, featuring a muddy stretch of old Highway 5 and a sign pointing out its popular Murder Spot (lighted until 2:00 AM on the weekends).
This is believed to show the third sign erected after the first came down during an out-of-season toad-strangler, and the second was accidentally backed over while the driver of the rig was taking what we now call a “selfie,” but which back then had no special name distinguishing it from an everyday “snapshot.”
In an effort to keep down costs to the underfunded sheriff’s department, in 1958 a secluded area off of Highway 5, between Boone’s Hump and the Kettle Woods, was designated as an official “murder spot” or “death ditch.”
Folks were encouraged to either kill their victim upon arrival at the spot, or to lug the body to the spot after the killing, where bodies could be collected en masse every second Thursday.
For a time, other states to adopt the murder spot philosophy included: Georgia, Virginia, West Virginia, Florida, Maryland, Kentucky, Mississippi and Tennessee, along with demi-states such as Libertarum, Teslavia and Gruenwaldia, until the interference of activist judges.
high mountain road
On the Road Again (alternate title, FUCK Highway 5)
So, it’s about noon(ish) right now, we just finished unloading the moving trucks (some went into mom’s new house, some went into storage, some was donated) and hubby and I are getting ready to hit the road again in about an hour or so. Not ideal, but we want this move over as soon as possible. If luck prevails, we’ll be in and out of the Bay Area by the time the sun sets.
In the meantime, I’d like to talk about something irksome. Say, you know this song?
Good song. Great song. And I’m also convinced that the song was at least partially inspired by California’s Highway 5 or somewhere equally desolate. Or more specifically, the stretch of Highway 5 between the Bay Area and the Grapevine. Imagine, if you can, nothing but barren, lifeless desert that’s also flatter than a day-old beer as far as the eye can see. And when I say lifeless, I mean lifeless. No cactus, no rattlesnakes, barely even any damn tumbleweeds.
Pretty bleak, isn’t it?
Now imagine that going on for hundreds of fucking miles. Yeah. Not fun at all.
Frequent travelers reading this are probably thinking “Jesus, Katie, why don’t you take Highway 1 or 101 instead? They’re way more scenic, have more places to stop, go through several national parks, and they hug the coastline for the majority of the route.”
Well, if this was a leisurely road trip, we’d do exactly that. But it’s not. We’re traveling damn near the entire US west coast in both directions to move my mother and her stuff into a new home and we want it done as fast as possible. Not only do those routes take nearly three times as long, but some parts of both are so narrow and winding (not to mention poorly maintained) that they’re no chance in hell a couple of fat-ass moving trucks can travel them. In short, not an option.
Ugh. This move can’t be over soon enough. Catch you guys later, fuck Highway 5.
Now where did I put those damn keys...