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Just moving some dirt down by the creek, and look who turns up. Lovable green and wrinkly Yoda. Don’t know how long he had been in the dirt, but he is in pretty good shape…
… I ran him through the ultrasonic cleaner thing I got at a garage sale, maybe it loosened some of the dirt? Scrubbed him with my wife’s toothbrush (an old one) But he is still a little dirty, and I may have dinged him with the shovel.
Still a cool find!
When I was a kid, about this time of year the stores would all have inexpensive kites available. Kids would be out flying them if there was the slightest breeze, or even gale force winds; our parents never knew where the hell we were, or what we were up to. I guess they knew most of these kites were only good for a few inept launchings. What could go wrong? If I was able to get one aloft for like twenty minutes before I lost interest and went down to the high school to watch the rich kids fly their R/C airplanes, that was a good day.
Storekeepers knew that the winds of commerce only allowed for a relatively short kite season. They were just waiting for the Duncan Yo-yo rep to stop by to get an order in advance of the school assemblies featuring the guy who could “walk the dog” and all those fancy Yo-yo moves. Then the smart shopkeeper would also get extra Band-aids and lamps, and call cousin Kenny who is in the window-glass business.
I don’t know how this whole system fell apart, but my world is poorer for it.
Teresa gets a bit carried away with the “Arts and Crafts” sometimes. My son is appalled, this used to be his favorite toy fire truck. It survived so many imaginary emergencies when he was a kid, this is just disrespectful.