That would be MY Grampa, Gentle Reader, not yours. A genre of erotic art formerly known as “naughty French post cards,” from the very early 20th century… like 1910 ~ 1930, or thereabouts. The phrase “it was a more innocent time” is shop-worn to say the very least, but I think the photos above beat the SI swimsuit issue all to Hell and back... at least from an artistic perspective. YMMV, especially if you're male and thirty-ish or under. Maybe even if you're older.
More examples here… scroll down. I think this sort of thing is work-safe, but be advised there are nudes at the link. Tastefully done, of course.
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Yesterday’s (Monday) weather was completely different, too. I’m certain we didn’t reach 60 degrees and it looked like it was gonna snow all day long… thanks to a rather depressing dull gray overcast that never went away. It might have snowed, too, if it had been 30 degrees colder. We actually did get a trace of rain yesterday… enough to make me switch on the windshield wipers while I was out and about running errands in the afternoon… but not nearly enough to do any good. Hell, the streets didn’t even look wet. It was a depressing sort of day, though, if one is prone to be overly influenced by the weather.
The lack of rain is a serious problem. We’re in about as bad a drought as I can remember in the seven years I’ve been in P-Ville. Drought brings an increased danger of wildfire and with the way our winds have been lately, the dryness is cause for concern. Then there are the farmers and ranchers, of course. I know they’re not pleased.
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