CSI:Vegas
How many CSIs are there now? Two? Three?
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CSI:Vegas
How many CSIs are there now? Two? Three?
Is camp meeting just a Southern tradition?
I think it hung on longer in the South, but I know some towns in New Jersey (several down the shore, at least one, Mt. Tabor [link] in the burbs where I grew up) were originally camp meeting sites. Largely a Methodist phenomenon 'round here iirc.
The town next to Asbury Park [link] (historical home of The Boss, now full of punks and gays and all that both bring), Ocean Grove [link] still IS. Ocean Grove is as staid and dry and AP is not. The association owns all the property and has a big hall where they still do stuff. They lost a suit a few years ago when they refused to rent their beach gazebo to a gay couple wanting to have a commitment ceremony
Meh. I went to the store, walking Frankie and getting cat food and ground coffee (hallelujah), then came home and watered plants and turned on the computer and... caught up on Google Reader.
Oh well! Tomorrow's another day, yadda yadda.
There's an area on Martha's Vineyard that was originally built as a camp meeting site. It's full of tiny little cottages with jigsaw trim painted in bright pastels.
This article has a picture of some of the cottages at Wesleyan Grove, the camp meeting site on Martha's Vineyard. [link]
Dammitall. I think all this frozen meat in my freezer is bad. That's a lot of money in there. And it's cruelly ironic, considering I'm about to go back on the low-carb diet.
I can't remember what I was originally looking at on YouTube, but through a long series of clicking on "related videos" links, I ended up at a clip of June Havoc as the mystery guest on "What's My Line?" The internet has everything, I guess.
Why did I watch Private Practice? I never watch that show, and it was so depressing.
Why did I watch Private Practice? I never watch that show, and it was so depressing.
I say that every week. It's like a train wreck. Don't want to look but can't turn away.
Fuzzes Sean's head. Thanks, man. That's always fun.
My elder siblings went to Quaker Canyon Camp, where they had archery lessons. I so badly wanted to go there, to learn archery. But by the time I was old enough for sleepaway camp, we had changed churches, and I was stuck with an island in the middle of Lake Erie. Pretty place, but for a non-swimmer, there wasn't much to do, aside from learning the verses, of course. No archery lessons.