Saturday, February 14, 2015

Pardner: Where I come from, Mr. Rumson, we're cautious of strangers who talk in an easy manner. Rumson: Oh. You've got me down as some kind of low scuff from New Orleans, hm? Sell you patent medicine with one hand, pinch your purse with the other? Pardner: Matter of fact, that's kind of what I was thinkin'. Rumson: As a matter of fact, Pardner, you're right. But I ain't yet sunk to horse stealin'. Oh, I've salted claims, yeah. And I've sold whiskey to Injuns. And once a man in Walla Walla come at me with a gun and I killed him. I can't think of one commandment I ain't shattered regular. I never did fancy my mother and father, let alone respect 'em or honor 'em. And I have coveted my neighbor's wife - whenever I had a neighbor and he had a wife, mm, mmm! And I gamble and I cheat at cards, but there's one thing I do not do. I ain't never gulled a pardner. The one sacred thing, even to low scuff like me, is a man's pardner. This is really wrecking my day that I can't post photographs.

Sunday, February 08, 2015

When push comes to shove, who's it gonna be.....you or the lobster?

Monday, February 02, 2015

I was bored yesterday so I went and stared long into the abyss. I hid behind a rock, though, so the abyss couldn't see me. Stupid abyss.

Sunday, November 23, 2014

Well, well.....such happy faces I see here today......

Thursday, October 30, 2014

The fault, dear Brutus, lies not in our stars but in their selfies, that they are in underwear.

Sunday, October 19, 2014

We were in Ruidoso for 3 weeks and it rained the whole time. We unloaded equipment in the rain, got stuck in the mud in the rain, I set up the camper in the rain, and anywhere we went was in the rain. It was a September, I think…….. In Brooklyn once, the day after a 3 day blizzard of staggering proportions, I decided to get the shovel out of the basement in my daughter’s bldg and shovel the sidewalk like a good New Yorker….it’s harder than it looks……down the street, Ho May, the Chinese restaurateur on the corner was also out…..I call him Ho May because that was the name of his restaurant, Ho May's Chinese Restaurant, on Frost St, williamsburg.....I watched him for a bit and slowly got the hang of it……there’s a specific technique for shoveling snow of which I’d been hitherto unaware……we shoveled and shoveled, snow was like waist deep, and finally began to get closer as we shoveled our pathways towards one another……..at one point we were close and both leaned on the shovels for a spot of respite……finally Ho May says, “Weather HORRIBLE!” I laughed and agreed and we went back to shoveling. Well, if there’s one thing to say about that September in Ruidoso, it’s, “Weather HORRIBLE!”

Saturday, October 18, 2014