Monday, July 8, 2019

1940 Chevrolet, 1984 Renault Alliance

I don’t use my first car as a challenge question for authentication, so I think it’s safe to say it was a Renault Alliance. (Public Service Message: Never share your hint answers to remember a password.)

There’s my Renault in this old photograph. It’s parked behind a 1940 Chevrolet dad restored for mom as a surprise gift.

The Renault turned out to be a piece of garbage, but I was lured in by the simple lines, gray exterior, tan interior and no nonsense dashboard. The headliner eventually drooped into the main cabin and spray adhesive didn’t work so I pinned it up. I put in a radio with a cassette deck and strung the wires myself to the speakers in the trunk. Those went out intermittently.

Eventually more important pieces started to fail so I bought another Alliance from my friend’s sister for parts. It turned out to be the better ride so it eventually took over.

(It was also a stick shift, so way way more fun to drive.)

There was a leak of some sort somewhere in this one, so you had to crack the windows so the smell of exhaust didn’t overpower the occupants.

Even though these cars were less than ideal, I cared for them like a proud dad—making sure they were washed and vacuumed even if they didn’t run very well.

This has all been a long winded way of getting around to today’s photo: Another Car Wash.

Keen observers might realize this is not the VW Rabbit I used to drive (and spent a long time comparison shopping). I reluctantly let the ol’ Rabbit go and replaced it with a newer version that has a much bigger trunk last year. (It’s a station wagon.)

I figure this will be the last car where I row my own gears. The next one will likely be even more automated and drive me around. Maybe I won’t even own a car then, and simply invoke a ride by app when needed.

I hope they let us wash these rental cars of the future, for old time’s sake—and maybe a free ride.

Car wash from interior of car


Sunday, July 7, 2019

baby doll in pool

Gracious tip of the hat to Heather & Andrew for providing respite from the 90° heat we’ve been experiencing of late.

Bonus 📸 Baby and 📸 pyramid of hot dog

Casey, Andrew and Heather with a patriotic cup

Folks enjoying the pool

pool water

The Art of Burning Man

Saturday, July 6, 2019

One of my favorite parts of No Spectators: The Art of Burning Man at the Cincinnati Art Museum? How everything is scattered around the museum instead of being in a single area. This encourages exploration and helps ease congestion.

I sometimes wonder if I would survive an actual Burning Man event. Gut says: Probably not.

But it sure is nice to see some of the artifacts.

Above: Shrumen Lumen (2016) Foldhaus Art Collective

Thorax, Ambassador of the Insects – Tyler FuQua

Will Roger Peterson’s patch jacket

Works by HYBYCOZO (Yelena Filipchuk and Serge Beaulieu)

Capitol Theater (2018) – Five Ton Crane

Nagana Brass Gown (2014) Gelareh Alam with metal work by Jungle Tribe

Ready to Love (2016) Manish Arora

Comfort Station

Friday, July 5, 2019

Comfort Station, bar patio

Former bathhouse, now a supernice bar with solid cocktails in Walnut Hills.

Comfort Station, bar interior

Cheez curls

Big fan of the curls growing up (and the swash for that matter). Like Cap’n Crunch, this foodstuff lives better as a memory.

Independence Day Parade 2019

Thursday, July 4, 2019

I’m not sure what year it was when mom and I decided to march in the Independence Day parade.

The Northside Band said anyone could join, so we showed up with a hand drum and a tambourine in the church lot and practiced some songs with the folks that actually had melodic instruments. The music was (very) rough around the edges, but the joy in our group elevated the whole thing.

Rain softly fell at some point along the route but it didn’t hamper our collective spirit.

Mom was in it with every ounce of her being—and she kept up that enthusiasm as she moved the celebration to her porch every year after.

I figure she watched from a new vantage point this year—as did I, accepting an invitation from friends, curious about new perspectives.

My brother, niece and nephews and co held down the fort on mom’s porch, my sister in New York, great niece in New Hampshire—all celebrating and sorting from different places, connected by a remarkable woman.

Mom would have loved this year. It was full of spirit and color and light.

Next year? I think it’s time to jump back in and bang a drum.

A tip of the hat to Dan and Brett for the invite.


Wednesday, July 3, 2019

Clue. Joseph and I agreed that he should. The weather was nice enough if you sat really still so we did an inaugural setup for movies on the patio. The image projected well on the pergola and a pair of speakers helped the sound carry above the carnival music across the street and firecrackers going off in the neighborhood.

Sadly, I am old and at some point began to nod off, but perked up when Mrs. White confessed.

Flames on the side of my face.


Tuesday, July 2, 2019

Esquire Theater marquee at night



We were crying.

(Bonus? All movies are 6 bucks on Tuesdays at the Esquire Theatre.)