Hopes And Fondest Desires CRUSHED At A Sunday Market In São Paulo
What is that hiding back there? Is that what I think it is???
Why yes
yes it is.
Can you believe that my Bride refused to let Daughter and I buy it and bring it home? She coldly and cruelly ignored/defeated/deflected all of our heart-felt pleadings and, well, outright whiny begging. I just know it would have fit in our luggage.
All because of some silly puffed-up concerns about violating various Federal laws concerning explosives.
Geesh.
Spoilsport.
And then I saw these which made me think of dear Suzette
And I felt much better.
OH MY GOODNESS.
I remember watching a guy just outside of Atlanta, demolish a building with one of those a few years back. If I recall, it was an old Goodyear Tire building. There was nothing left of it once the dust settled as it collapsed just as planned.
Oh man! Now how are you going to justify wearing that Wile E. Coyote costume?
Damn. There’s a lost opportunity. That’s a CLASSIC blasting machine. Looks like it goes back to the 1950’s, or earlier. Not even painted red, by gum!
Condolences on the lack of a big “Ka-boom!”
I ASSURE you I would have wanted it too. If there weren’t any actual explosives attached, I don’t see the problem! (But the bride was probably right – the TSA has no respect for tradition or antiques or anything but paranoia…and I doubt a beep-beep would have helped.)