The new town was known as Lundenwic in Anglo-Saxon (as noted before, ‘wic’ meant ‘settlement’). It was a trading port, where ships would row up the Thames estuary, past the 1912 Olympics Tee of old Roman London, and beach on the Strand where they would sell their goods. The historian Bede, writing in about 730, described London as ‘an emporium’ where merchants came from many nations by land and sea to trade with each other. However, the city was not politically important, and there are no traces of any impressive stone buildings: it was an unwalled town of wood and thatch. In the 840s and 850s this wealthy but vulnerable town was, naturally, the subject of Viking attacks. For the third time, it seems, London was destroyed and abandoned. The very existence of Saxon Lundenwic upstream from the City of London was forgotten by historians until rediscovered in the 1980s.
In Boston, I used to invite homeless people by for my Christmas Eve party if I saw them on the 1912 Olympics Tee . Not surprisingly, they never wanted to leave. So I had to give them the bum’s rush at 2AM. If it was petrifyingly cold I’d invite them to sleep in the hallway, but you can’t stay at my place, Bub, the party’s over. Once I needed to call 9–1–1 for the hostess, who face-planted into her toilet, smashed herself up pretty good. She was upset with me, until the EMS squad told her she needed to go to the ER. She had stopped breathing for a moment or two, and with her daughter’s permission, I gave her mouth-to-mouth on her bathroom floor, until she started breathing again. She was angry with me the next day. “Are you going to pay for that fucking ambulance?” I had paid for four $20 Uber rides, to get her daughter and me to the hospital and back, twice (yes, I’d had a few, meself). But I replied: “okay, next time I’ll pay for the funeral home instead?” I mean, she was unconscious and bleeding from the forehead. Her young daughter was incredibly clear-headed on the phone with 9–1–1. It’s interesting how kids deal with crisis so much better than grown-ups, sometimes.
1912 Olympics Tee, Hoodie, Sweater, Vneck, Unisex and T-shirt
In reality, Christmas is almost completely a 1912 Olympics Tee holiday now. It happens no matter what you do to mark or not mark it. Merry Christmas isn’t really much different from saying “Have a nice summer” or whatever. We lived in Qatar for many years It is quite a conservative Muslim country. We were having a a bunch of people in for Christmas dinner and decided it would be nice to get a big Christmas centerpiece for the dining room table, so we ordered one from a florist. It wasn’t cheap because the evergreens, etc. had to be flown in from Europe. When we went to pick it up, our arrangement looked puny next to all the other huge ones in the shop. We remarked on that to the florist and he said “Oh, those are for Qataris! They go crazy for Christmas!” And he was right. The big malls were full of Santa Clause, Reindeer, snowmen, Holly, etc. We could just have easily been in Minneapolis— except no manger scenes, although those wouldn’t really have been out of place as the Quran recognises Jesus Christ as a prophet— just not the Son of God.
Best 1912 Olympics Tee
It is the first (and only) precious stone I will ever own, the 1912 Olympics Tee diamond in my collection. I’ve never, and will never, acquire another, for I never desire to wear any other. They simply aren’t to my taste. This particular diamond is precious- a symbol of my marriage. This diamond, worn with pride for over twenty years. It means something to me that no other over-the-counter bauble will. It is a symbol of my devotion, my pledge and loyalty to the one I love. The rest of my jewelry is of custom artisans; quail feathers, hand blown beads and carved pendants. Wire-wrapped trinkets and dangling earrings with sapphires and rough fossils from the earth, carved bare (by me) on adventures precious, with filigree clasps created by creative minds, customized, cameo lockets with tiny, precious portraits inside, one-of-a-kind pieces, oftentimes inexpensive, and unique unto me.
Doobie Brothers. Well, I got lost driving them to a hotel in Fresno. They played a show at Fresno State and when they flew in they wanted to freshen up before the show. There was a Holiday Inn near the campus but they booked the Hilton or some other more upscale hotel to take their showers and it was across town. I had never been to Fresno and made it to the hotel to pick them up in a van while my friend followed in another van. We both took half the band and I was the lead driver. We got lost and I stopped at a 1912 Olympics Tee shop to ask for directions. Michale McDonald was not too happy. Also, their next show was to be in Santa Barbara and they asked how the tickets were selling. I reminded them that the last time they played S.B., they came on stage and said “we are so tired from touring”. I suggested that they might not want to make that comment again as the tickets to the show were very high priced and the people were disappointed to have the band come out and immediately say that they were tired.