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.
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!”
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.
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?
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.
Born in Texas, from what I hear, Carvin calls Phoenix, AZ his home. Clapton and Albert Collins both called him an up and coming star in blues.
Not true, he has toured and played for our troops across the globe. He plays for the troops.
Last week he was at Lucky Strikes in AJ. Lucky Strikes used to be Jake’s O’ Mine, a biker bar. Lucky’s is within crawling distance of our house. Lucky for me.
If you want to hear Stevie Ray Vaughn and Hendrix and Buddy Guy in one night… Carvin does it all.
I remember that fateful airplane crash. An American band decimated, families devastated.
Ed King from south Jersey is one of the original members. The band carried on, and is one of the best known southern rock bands, second only to the Allman Brothers in my modest opinion. Continue reading “Last of the Street Survivors”
Bulldog is Arizona’s version of a member’s only club… you have to contact the fire service to get a six month pass. It is free. And only four wheel drive capable vehicles or dirt bikes need apply, your Toyota Camry will not cut it.
It has been a hectic few weeks. I sold www.wuli.com last week. No horse heads in my my bed, but I was made an offer I could not refuse.
I paid off the Harley. I paid off the credit cards. Then I jumped right back into debt with the purchase of a 2016 RZR.
The money is all spent… except for the savings I held for taxes next year. But my only bill is for fun. And life goes on.
Whose idea was it to have Cinco de Mayo and the Kentucky Derby on the same day?
We hit the Mirage to bet on the ponies. The Mirage is one of two OTB bars in Apache Junction.
I love betting on the ponies. But, I only do it a few times a year. I can see where it could become addictive. Continue reading “Cinco de Drinko Derby”