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.
Showing posts with label Wedding. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wedding. Show all posts
Monday, September 27, 2004
Friday, September 24, 2004
Wedding Bells
Mark Reese and Patty Brand are to be married today in the Gazebo at 14OO Willow. They picked David Aram up at the airport last night but I haven't heard anything since. David will be giving the bride away. Yardhog will be "best man." Immediately afterwards there will be a reception at the Pee Wee Reese Room at the Audubon Country Club. It should be a wonderful evening.
A bizarre mistake in the entertainment section of today's Courier. Gordon Brisker, who died two weeks ago, is listed as playing with the Dick Sisto trio tonight at the Seelbach. Maybe they are having a seance.
My class at KSR last night went beautifully. The prisoners read their papers on the first two chapters of Sherwood Anderson's "Winesburg Ohio." And there was passion in their prose. It's amazing to hear their reactions to Anderson's classic stories.
KSR looks like the "land of broken convicts." Going through the security check yesterday I had to wait while two prisoners in wheel chairs were processed. One held his artificial limb in his lap while a guard removed his hand-cuffs and chains. There must be some mindless bureaucratic rule that all prisoners, even the disabled must be handcuffed. Out in the yard men limped past me on crutches and walkers. One man in a wheel chair asked me what I taught. When I told him he said," My wife has a Masters Degree in literature from the University of Kentucky." A strange sad world.
A bizarre mistake in the entertainment section of today's Courier. Gordon Brisker, who died two weeks ago, is listed as playing with the Dick Sisto trio tonight at the Seelbach. Maybe they are having a seance.
My class at KSR last night went beautifully. The prisoners read their papers on the first two chapters of Sherwood Anderson's "Winesburg Ohio." And there was passion in their prose. It's amazing to hear their reactions to Anderson's classic stories.
KSR looks like the "land of broken convicts." Going through the security check yesterday I had to wait while two prisoners in wheel chairs were processed. One held his artificial limb in his lap while a guard removed his hand-cuffs and chains. There must be some mindless bureaucratic rule that all prisoners, even the disabled must be handcuffed. Out in the yard men limped past me on crutches and walkers. One man in a wheel chair asked me what I taught. When I told him he said," My wife has a Masters Degree in literature from the University of Kentucky." A strange sad world.
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
A Marvelous Night For A Moon Dance
A marvelous evening outside on the deck last night with Mark and Patty (soon to be Reese.) The late summer night sounds reminded Mark of his childhood in Kentucky. He says in L.A. they only have "one sick cricket." D prepared a wonderful pork roast and we consumed two large bottles of wine before entering into some insane polemics. The wedding should be wonderful.
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