This one comes in from Joel Gendron: “I was repainting an old closet in our house and stuck behind one of the shelf support boards was this Benjamin Harrison trading card from sometime around the 1930s. Thought you’d appreciate it.” 80 years later?! Here’s the card he was talking about.

All those years between then and that moment of discovery. Incredible, really. Generations come and gone. Some kid, hiding the card in his closet so long ago or something. Incredible discovery, man!

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SOME SADNESS: Rest in Peace, Vic Chestnut. I never got to see him live, and I’m feeling sad about that.

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GREATNESS FROM NASHVILLE: Jim McGuire’s Nashville Portraits. (Linkjacked from Coudal.com.)

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SPECIAL THANKS TO OUR FOUR-LEGGED FRIENDS: Thanks to everyone who wrote in about my little Gary update yesterday. You know, I didn’t really know how to approach the topic on here, as, for the most part, the so-called content here is at best “complete horseshit” or “bald-faced lies” or “good-hearted attempts at the written word.” All in good fun, of course. Stagecraft!

But with something real life like the injury of the little man, the last thing I’d want to do is make light of a tough situation. See, I got a heart. Some proof for you.

So thank you to everyone who left a comment, or wrote an email of support. Come by the shop and see the little man. He’ll bark you up proper, and then maybe pee on you in a moment of excitement.

That’s my Gary.

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SOMETHING SCHILLE SAW: “Can’t go wrong with a neon cowboy boot, you know? Thanks, man. What a world.