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.)

Releasing steam

Monday, July 1, 2019

How many photos did I take on the first full day back home in Cincinnati?


So here’s a collection of some bonus New York shots.

A mural from Mercado Little Spain at Hudson Yards in the bottom of the mall. Yup. The Mall.

Fuku. It’s like Chick-fil-a without the doubt of homophobia.

Aldo Piacenza Birdhouses from the collection of Roger Brown at the Museum of Arts and Design.

The ever vertically growing and very skinny skyscrapers of Manhattan

Creating eBay alert for 1968 Ansel Adams posters for the National Parks. (These seen at the Filson store.)

Sardi’s across from the Shubert Theatre. We went there after To Kill a Mockingbird (I still ned Cliff’s Notes). On our way out, Jeff Daniels was at the bar looking like he just put his all into a two performance day. And he did.

The view from Patrick & Thor’s joint at sunset.

Pride without the parade

Sunday, June 30, 2019

I would miss the big Pride parade, but I was able to feel it tangentially. It started with this special edition MTA card that Thor had ready and loaded for my arrival.

Billboard in the West Village

Julius’ – the oldest continuously operating gay bar in the city. (These demarkations always need a modifier.)

The Pride & Passion cocktail that Thor ordered at Robert. (bonus points for pansy garnish)

Inside Oscar Wilde, The Restaurant™—tacky like a Cracker Barrel, with slightly fancier food.

Crowd sourced messaging at Fishs Eddy.

The gay display at Kmart at Penn Station.

Srsly, everywhere there were rainbows. (Yay🌈!)

Caught Trick for the first time at the Alamo Drafthouse in Brooklyn (also my first time being at one of their theaters.) The movie was super adorbs and also VERY GOOD. How did I miss this? Extra awesome bonus? Q&A with the director above who was joined by cast and crew after the show!

Thor’s socks.

Some fruits.

Virtual Reality Times Square

Saturday, June 29, 2019

Whoaaaaaa. Virtual Reality is *amazing*. It’s like you’re RIGHT THERE.

Photos by Tina, who braved Time’s Square to entertain this silly notion.

📸 Here’s Proof

Transitioning to Brooklyn

Friday, June 28, 2019

Started the day getting to the Tattly / Creative Mornings HQ.

Hung out with Ginger.

And then made it to a stoop, where the world slowed down to exactly the right pace to close out the week.

A tip of the hat to SwissMiss for all of it.

The Origin of Love poster

Thursday, June 27, 2019

I had made a poster for John Cameron Mitchell’s Origin of Love show in Australia last year, sharing stories and songs from Hedwig to raise money for his mom’s healthcare. Alzheimer’s is a beast.

When he said he’d be doing the show a year later in New York I enthusiastically put it on the calendar. I hadn’t realized it’d be in the swirl of Pride month and proximity to Folsom Street East.

So everything fell into place for this trip and I’m extremely grateful. As the date drew nearer, I wanted the artwork to be committed to ink on paper and enlisted the help of DIY Printing to make a traditional poster. Aaron made it pop with rich red and silver inks.

I went and saw the Saturday show and it was excellent to hear the stories from Stephen Trask and John about the journey to Hedwig. The night would have many special moments: real-time overhead projections by an artist to the side of the stage, and a rousing rendition of Dance This Mess Around with Lena Hall, Miriam Shor and Amber Martin.

Standing ovation.