Caught wind of old friends playing jazz out at the Northside Tavern on a school night.
Though I worked super late, I wrapped up in time to catch their last set.
Good times, great music.
Oh, and these guys are called simply The Quartet, even though there might be six folks playin’.
Just thought I’d clear that up.
Even out of focus, you can see that I am now entering my Phil Collin’s ‘No Jacket Required’ phase of life.
Bonus shot: my barber loathes computers, but I think she’s keen on this tablet touchscreen stuff.
Spent a little time with Kelley this afternoon. Here she is in her “pull room” with felted wool ready to made into goods.
I picked up a load of scarves and we talked about: dogs, music, cars, the future, color stories, garbage collection, and
the need for me to trim my mustache.
Growing up I’d always scrape off the world tri-state famous tartar sauce on a Big Boy
because I thought it was gross and associated it with fish.
Even back then I wouldn’t do a special order and ask for them plain because I feared
someone in the kitchen would be mad at me and deface my meal in some way.
I’ve since learned to tolerate and maybe even enjoy the tartar sauce.
A short list of things I also loathed as a child but now tolerate or enjoy greatly:
Beer, coffee, brussels sprouts, broccoli, spinach, raw tomatoes, onions,
dressing-that-is-not-thousand-island and fish.
My copy of 15 Uses for Newsprint has been living in this envelope for too long,
an envelope made all the more awesome by the drawing by Zachariah O’Hora on the outside.
This admission is a mental reminder that I have a host of thank you notes
and whatnot to write and deliver to the post office.