Jet Set

The last three days have passed rather swiftly. Mark and Patty were married in the gazebo at Cherokee Triangle. Yardhog carried Patty's ring securely in his pocket despite Dottie Reese's worry that he might have a hole in his pocket. D performed her functions as "Maid of Honor" perfectly as usual. Ron Whitehead and Sarah Elizabeth, plus Mark's sisters there spouses and several attended. Afterwards, the wedding party was treated to a meal in the Pee Wee Reese Room at the Audubon Country Club. David Amram played piano and Sarah Elizabeth sang a couple of songs. Saturday morning Patty, Mark, David Amram and D and I had brunch at Lynn's Paradise Cafe. Then everyone came to our house and studio until Mark and Patty had to leave to take David back to the airport in time to catch his flight.
     David Amram is a living relic. In the hours we were together he talked of his experiences with everyone from Frank Sinatra to Jack Kerouac. Yesterday was spent mainly recovering from the excitement of the previous two days. The weather was totally gorgeous. I finally was able to ride my bike for about ten miles. Mark and Patty are leaving for New York today or tomorrow but will be back for a brief stay next week before going back to L.A.

Take Me Out To The Ball Game

A huge hurricane is bearing down on New Orleans and the Gulf as I write this. Our weather is moderate as it has been all summer. The Showcase Cinema Complex on Bardstown Road closed yesterday. An article in the Courier this morning quoted one man who remembered viewing the baseball drama "Field of Dreams" and upon leaving the theater spied an older man wiping away tears. What made the event memorable was that man was Pee Wee Reese. Mark Reese and Patty will be in Louisville in the next few days to be married in Cherokee Park. D is making all the arrangements. I  hope the hurricane doesn't arrive before they do.

AFTER HOLIDAY DETRIUS

A couple of bike riding images from the last two days. Six young girls exercising atop large balls inside a shelter in Cherokee Park. Strange sight at 8 in the morning.
     A lone, ancient, shaggy dog limping on one foot on River Road walking toward downtown.
     Cox Park strewn with morning after 4th of July firework trash.
     Slum: Carny word for cheap trinkets won at booths.

RIDING HIGH

Another great 10 mile ride in Cherokee Park last night. It's wonderful how it stays light until after 9 p.m. this time of year. I feel as though I want to soak up all the elements in the air. Riding in the evening my skin feels soaked in the soup of  life. Not sitting encapsulated in a air conditioned house or automobile but out in the air with the birds, bugs and bees. FULLY ALIVE!     Just had a wonderful compliment from a fellow office worker. He said some of the women in the office were raving about an attractive UPS delivery man. The women said they bet all the men in the office were envious of this guy. He told them "I bet Danny's not envious."
HOW DID HE KNOW? luv, yardhog