The crapper conductor
By Lars Krantz
From this day forward this is where you will find the chronicles of Krantz. What, for real? The real Krantz’ chronicles? You bet ya! Life’s good. :o)
Saturday, 29th of November 2014.
We live in a world of simplifications. A Chev 57 = fifties happiness. A palm-tree = Florida. Yeah, but that also entails 24-hour travel time, ESTA, lost luggage, airport queuing, passport control interviews and ugly rentals from Japan. The palm-tree is the picture. That other stuff is the framework and the back.
Who cares about the backside?
– I do!
I shot a frame of the crapper conductor with the camera but it didn’t make it past the editor’s desk at the magazine I worked for at the time.
Hershey 2008
The Afro American police officer, big as a bus shelter, was posted there again this year. He owned the crossing on Hersheypark Drive, blocked traffic in four lanes with the help of his shiny, black log of an arm and let the little girl skip across the road to the car show. In one hand she held her father’s hand and in
the other one a blue Skittles candy tower with a battery driven fan that was in high-gear. It all was so beautiful, sending chills along the back of this car enthusiast before he even entered Hershey.
I lost my way in the chocolate batter. Hershey car show stretches over several fields where The Chocolate Field is one of them. Boots is outstanding in the front seat, handsome in short distances, super cool during 350 yards and very masculine on 30,000 feet. Above that, boots are real Predators. You easily walk 6 miles at Hersey in constant turns, stops, back step and starts.
– Predators, but you wouldn’t catch me dead in a pair of sneakers, sandals, slippers (chills) or anything else that can leak testosterone out of the finish line of the male body.
However, after six hours of sauntering and consuming of soda, chips, hamburger, turkey club, M&M’s, ice cream, pulled pork, coffee and more soda it was high time for some down time. All you runners and joggers out there are familiar with the concept of intake, exercise and then the need for an outlet. If you can’t move that intake you very soon hit that brick wall and end up at a complete stop. It’s suddenly become impossible to move even an inch no matter how many miles left on the track.