Last of the Mays Boys

It was a family weekend for smays.com. My brother Blane is back in the states for a few weeks to get his second oldest son, Spencer, officially enrolled in college. He’ll be attending Liberty University in Lynchberg, VA. (I’m pretty sure they don’t know there’s a flaming lefty in the family)

Oldest son Ryan –a junior at Union University– drove over from Tennnesse and we all met up in Tulsa. The brothers hadn’t seen each other in a year-and-a-half so they had some catching up to do. [L-R: Ryan, Blane, Spencer]

I handed down my 15″ MacBook to Spencer as a graduation present and he immediately loaded Skype so he could talk with his sweetie back in Indonesia. I know they whispered sweet nothings for 90 minutes at one stretch, which would have been one expensive phone call. But those days are gone now.

It was miserably hot in Tulsa and the traffic was like nothing I’ve seen in a while. Bumper-to-bumper for as far as you could see.

During our time together, my brother pointed out that we were “the last of the Mays line.” At least our strain. And since Blane and I won’t be making any more humans, it will be up to Ryan and Spencer to keep the name in lights.

And it’s wonderful to be home again.

Newspaper! We’re gonna need more newspaper!

It’s been five years or so since our last experience house-training a puppy. Barb has read several books on the best ways incorporate a puppy into your family but right now it’s mostly about taking her outside about every 20 minutes. And hugs. Lots of hugs.

Lucy is slowly warming to the new dog and will come around in time.

A Golden Retriever puppy is distilled love. It wants nothing more than to be with you. And to play. Which –in this weather– involves short breaks, stretched out on the AC vents.

Blogging will be light for a while.

Getting ready for new puppy (Hattie)

Barb and her brothers and sisters are converging on the perfect white (so far) sand beaches of Destin, Florida for a week of beer, BBQ and bon homme.

Lucy (the Golden Retriever) and I are stock piling old newspapers and cleaning out the kennel in preparation for the newest member of our family. The photo above might or might not be her. Barb will select from the two females in the litter of five when she picks up the pup on her way back from Destin. We haven’t picked a name yet but the list is getting very short.

I mention this, in part, so you can brace yourself for what is sure to be a steady stream of puppy porn.

KBOA photos (high rez scans)

One of my first attempts at a website was KBOA830.com. That was about 13 years ago and I’ve moved it around several times since then. The impetus for the site was a bunch of photos from the late ’40s, given to me by one of the original employees of the station.

When flickr came along, I uploaded the photos there but the scans were low rez because I didn’t know what I was doing. I’ve thought about rescanning but that’s one tedious chore.

A couple of months ago I boxed up 120 of the prints and sent them off to ScanCafe where they were “scanned by hand” for about 29 cents each. It took a while (I think the scanning is done in India) but the prints were safely returned along with a DVD of 300dpi images.

KBOA

Turns out I can’t delete the lorez images yet because I’ve linked to them from the KBOA site. Once I get that all sorted out I can get rid of the duplicates.

If you have a box of prints (or 35m slides or negatives), send them to ScanCafe (or one fo the similar services) and get them digitized. And then put them online, because that is the only hope you have of giving them a life beyond your own.

Footnote: I never tire of looking at these images. The tower and the transmitters and the studios… all of the expensive stuff it took to communicate in 1947. If you had something to say to your community (forget the world) you had to build/buy/go to work for one of these entities (radio station, TV, newspaper). All changed now. And changing. I love it.