The Dog Run. Oil on canvas.
The Dog Run is one of the first bars we explored in AJ after moving here. I don’t go there often because of the karaoke, I have to be in the mood to watch people that can’t sing try to.
During snowbird season, service is lacking… ad the all you can eat fried fish is that, $9.99 is you can get served.
They do have pool tables, all year around. And great bar food. It is a great locals bar during the off season. But, somehow I gravitate to Captain’s.
Cowboy Bill’s is not a local dive. It is a redneck bar in Key West. Tricycle races, bucking bronco, and good times.
Maybe next year I will get back to Key West. Of course most of my time will be spent at the Green Parrot, a real bar. But Cowboy Bill’s is a great place to waste an evening. I came in second in the trike races. I just have to be sure not to choose the bike with a loose front wheel.
Back in Jersey, life was not always bad. Sure, we had the Lou Magazzu’s and George Norcrosses to deal with, along with the surety that every election was crooked.
My big mouth ensured that I was on Norcross’s list. Judge Gary Wodlinger, before becoming a judge, warned me that I was messing with the wrong people, but unlike him, I felt integrity was important in the political process.
But enough of that bullshit. Cabanas! Cabanas was one of two bars in Cape May that hosted the jam sessions for the twice annual Cape May Jazz Festival. Friend Alan Weber always reserved a table for us. Lou Capozzoli, owner of Ray’s Happy Birthday Bar in south Philly would join in with Alan Weber, both playing sax, during the jams. Gino White would often join in on guitar.
We never missed the jams, always going with the Old man, Mo Pagano. I miss the Old Man. We would meet us at out house, and pour a shot of Dewars in his coffee before we headed out to Cap May. We were always first in line, watching the waves hit the shore of the Atlantic Ocean, rain or shine.
It was never long before Mo had singled out an attractive young woman to dance with. He sure could cut a rug.
As Mo used to say, “Good times!”
Exhibition – May 2019
Gallery 50, Bridgeton, NJ
I will be exhibiting new work next year along with Liz Nicklus in New Jersey.
Yes, Sharon Kiefer, director of Gallery 50, finally gave me a reason to return to New Jersey, albeit for a few days.
Liz and I will be at the opening reception on the First Friday of May. We will be displaying our paintings and mixed media 3-dimensional art. I will post more as time rolls on.
Desert Detritus Clocks
I love to hike the Superstitions. We are in summer, so only the stupid hike… with 105 degree temps on a cool day, hiking is a dangerous undertaking.
We are in the beginning of monsoon season… massive flooding and rivers of water in the washes strong enough to take a car a mile downstream.
The nice thing about monsoon is the detritus that flows down the washes. Bones, bleached wood, old metal and cholla branches are all components I use in my one of a kind clocks.
So, does anybody really know what time it is? Does anybody care?
The only thing this post has to do with Independence Day is it was written on July 4.
I have been invited to exhibit my art in New Jersey in May of next year. It is good that the date is far away, It gives me time and incentive to get behind the easel again.
I took inventory of paintings that I have, that have never been shown. I spent the morning photographing them. Now I have reason to post more .
These paintings are all part of my American Bar Series. Comprised of mostly local neighborhood and dive bars, the series documents drinking establishments from coast to coast.
Today’s painting is titled “Captains”. Oil on canvas, 8×10, and framed.
Captain’s is my go-to dive bar in Apache Junction. The owner and regulars are like a second family. On any given Friday, you can find Liz and myself there. So, until next time, have a drink on me.