Wednesday, June 24, 2015

The Joy Of Pie and Bussing Dishes, And the Appearance of Hate

 

WHO IS TALLER???? I think Dexter is now but I might have poofed up my hat a little. Of course he might have poofed up his hair too. Anyway for the purpose of this blog, let's call it a tie, despite my Elton John shoes.

This, after a very casual dinner at a Nations on Webster. They have delicious grilled cheese sandwiches, natural light that shines through the storefront windows, pies, and the wackiest assortment of people that seem to always be present.

Today there was a woman, about 50 years old standing at the counter. Each time I ordered a grilled cheese sandwich, she would interject "and a slice of lemon meringue pie".  I would also like an order of french fries- "and a slice of lemon meringue pie".  Can I get a chocolate and vanilla shake- "and a slice of lemon meringue pie".  I began to pause waiting for her excellent timing and ordered another round of fries, just to hear her try to sneak in  a slice of pie. She was cracking me up. Sitting in the booth behind us eating her pie, when I got up to pick up our order, she blurted out "why are you so short?". This was without malice, just what she was thinking. When I moved over to get some condiments, she asked, "why is your nose so big?".  Had me chuckling and  laughing.  On her way out, she stopped by our table to talk to the kids, and ask if we liked pie.  I promised that on her birthday, November 14, I would show up at the shop and buy her an entire lemon meringue pie.  I know she won't forget. I'll be there too.  The pie better be in stock!

Turning back the clock 30 years when I worked at Double Rainbow there was a woman named Michelle, wearing braids, heavyset with the biggest smile who liked to stop by the cafe and gather all the dishes left on tables.  I always thought it was a sign that we weren't doing our job if Michelle walked over to the sinks with her arms full of dirty sundae goblets and coffee mugs.  The thing about Michelle is that if she did have her arms full of dishes, it was a little beyond her able capabilities and big heart.  Her eyeballs would spin in opposite directions as she tried valiantly to hang on but in these cases, some would fall and break.

Whether she had any dishes to bring to us or not, Michelle would always stand at the end of the counter, wait for us to greet her, and then flatter us by informing how beautiful we looked today. Regardless of any treats we offered her (which she did love), she gave us love and joy.  Through the years I was fortunate to bump into Michelle making her rounds. She never seemed to age anywhere equal to the time that had passed.  I always appreciated her just keeping on despite whatever limits she had, she knew where her joy was.
Things people do other than eat inside Nations
Today, I had breakfast with old childhood friends of 30th Avenue. Way back then, this was the first time where I had a community, where I felt I belonged and played an equal part. It's good to see these guys again and when I see them, I always am aware of the absence of John D. and I hope to see his family later this year.

The Grants (and thank you Mr. Ian Grant for giving Dexter some great tools, and Mrs. Lee Grant for always being so kind to us- and also for being the first people from Canada I'd ever known and for giving me a Sidney Bechet record years ago - that contributed to my interest in New Orleans.  John and Rob have always been friends. We spent much time together in our teens.  While the city changes and we age, our friendship is constant and when paths cross, it's always a welcome time.  Danny Pesh,  in the back of my mind -wow, still alive! but I'm glad he's a survivor.  Used to get in trouble stealing cars, go to juvenile hall, break out of juvenile hall and steal another car the same night. If he happened to see you when he was driving, he might try to run you over. Very funny. Also once accepting a dare to ride down 200 stairs (back of Lincoln Park) on a bicycle and shortly after attempting, ending up in the hospital.  Good to see them all today.  John's in from NYC, Rob with his rescue puppy Cooper (saw someone mistreating their dog in the park, let them know they had two choices to give or sell Rob the pup), and Danny -still alive!


On a somber note,  there was the murder of 9 people in a South Carolina Church,, a hate crime committed by a white person who hates black people, I mention this here as this hopefully will be some type of turning point in our racial dialogue in America. Likely not, but from this horror, I am wanting and hoping.

What may occur (and may not- we'll know by the time you read this years from now) is the removal of the Confederate flag at the Capital in South Carolina. I understand that the flag symbolizes to some the sons and citizens of individuals that died defending the way things were during the Civil War-their sacrifice, although it was in defense of slavery.  More disturbing is that the flag was only flown again during the Civil Rights movement, as an active defiant act against equal rights. Truth is honoring that flag now is honoring powerful hateful power brokers of South Carolina who have tricked the populace in assisting their bigotry.

Jon Stewart 












Sunday, June 21, 2015

Pops Day



    Usually on Father's Day, I'm very content to just hang about with the Big Three.  Outside places are usually crowded, restaurants out of the question for me, donut shops a mere possibility.  A recipient of some nice summer wear, and with a Sunday newspaper at hand, I delighted in a sunny breakfast on our back porch with everyone nearby.   Oliver made me a three page comic book, plot driven with a point sure to come with a promised part two.

    This year I did have a plan.  That is for us to investigate the bay water at the beach. I witnessed people going way out-hundreds of feet away from shore without getting more than waist deep. Almost an optical illusion.  Time for us to find out up close, holding hands and taking one step at a time.


    Friday Oliver and I got repairs on two of our bikes allowing the four of us to ride out together today (which was almost as much fun) about a mile and a half to our destination.  The water was warmer than expected, possibly due to the shallow depth,  the summer solstice, and reports that the bay water is warmer this year than ever.





   There were occasional dips, holes and a little bit further out the water cooled some.  We went fairly far to where we were content and wanting to be back on land.  It's kind of cool to go out so far but I do creep myself out when I'm in so much water.  Actually I creep myself out when I'm on as much land.



 In Alameda, there was also the Neptune Beach street fair of which we wandered over to later in the afternoon.  The Crazy Bus looked like fun but we got no closer than observing that it looked like fun.
Now after a berry pie, coffee, and an episode of Grand Designs on the BBC, I'm feeling pretty good.




   

Saturday, June 20, 2015

Chrysalis



   Our little house has an attic. Our family has some helpful relatives. Thank you Tony, Meghan and Marley.  Tony took on his assistant Dexter and together built this for Dexter. I was crew #3C with props to Dexter's buddy, Sebastian for lending a hand on one 90+degree day.  It was an amazing week leading to an amazing transformation.  So much hard work in a short amount of time interrupted only by meals, sleep and the very important Hulk and the Agents of SMASH breaks.  Priming, painting and decorating to finish but the hard work, complete.  Tony, we can't thank you enough for helping get Dexter to his dream place. The transformation is amazing.
Sunday, accessing the area







work done on the hottest day of the year....

on this day, as assist from Dexter's buddy, Seb

view from the attic, back



moving the access stairs to another spot in the kitchen




A lot of bracing needed to be put in to add additional support to the room, and this isn't shown sufficiently in these photos



Whew. That's a lot of photos of a room, pieces of lumber, beams, windows and hard working folks. So here's a brief intermission. Our scheduled programming will return right after.  Here's my question:
Hey P, do you think Uncle Brian is funny?
Aw, c'mon!



insulation leaves a lot of steel fibers that make for very itchy, scratchy clothes



additional window in front. Tony cut out two spots for windows, one here in front and the large window in back. The spot in back was also used to bring in all the wood











Maria and Dexter observe this amazing room

Cousins, student and teacher.  A very good week!!!


Show Oakland Some LOVE!

Warriors! Hooray!  First one since 1975 and more importantly with play that was fun to watch and team oriented with a local team that does a lot with the community and plays unselfishly and handles the media with grace and good humor.

Despite the inferred references that there could be trouble in Oakland if the Warriors win (those animal can't control themselves type of media, police insinuations)- where was there EVER such peaceful, fun and loving celebrations as there was in Oakland- especially with a team that had not won in 40 years, that in the 39 years prior only had six playoff wins at all! We knew of police telling people in confidence (stay away from Oakland! It's going to be bad), we knew of people calling into work late because of being caught in fighting in Oakland (this likely didn't occur) What did occur was one incident, maybe related to, perhaps not.  One.   A good community shines through when good things are allowed to grow there. Only when we feed poverty and despair do we get what we give.  Here's to you Oakland. I'm sorry that San Francisco plans to take your team away. The Warriors home, the home of Dub Nation is Oakland.

Alright! Now everyone,mostly will be going crazy about the Warriors winning the basketball championship. Marking this as a point of time is important as your memories will be full of this time and fellow citizens with their Warriors gear. I recall the last time the Warriors won- I was 14 and visiting my sister while she was at College in San Luis Obispo.

I really enjoy teams that play well as a team and consist of solid citizens- sometimes these teams may not win championships but they will be good nevertheless.   This one did- all the better. Oakland can use the good feelings (of course this just makes San Francisco want to rip them away even quicker) and so far the East Bay seems to be celebrating respectfully.

Andre Iguodala article (f all people, his mom was calling him a ball hog..)
Iguodala

The Warriors do a lot of community work  and donate millions of big bucks to public schools, have a Team President who is open about being Gay, and it's team leader, Stephan Curry spends much of the off season bringing mosquito nets to Africa, some 38.000 in 2014, probably close to 50,000 in 2015...
mosquito nets










And in a fun bit of retro: Coach Kerr's Chicago Bulls speech after his series ending shot for Jordan's fifth championship: 
Kerr's Chicago Bulls Parade Speech

Harrison Barnes , in a Funny Or Die video:
Harrison Barnes, Funny Or Die





Kind of Odd that if you just change their names a little bit. Steve Kerr=Stephan Curry

Dubs Green and Lee







Thursday, June 11, 2015

Lovely Nola





  It felt so good to be back!  After three! (I thought it was only two) years of missing New Orleans because of my work schedule, we were able to return this June.  There had been months of heavy rains, tornado warnings so we were curious as to what we might be stepping into. Just the morning of our arrival, the city had received enough rain that parts of town were flooded (mild in comparison to historic events).  We lucked into a week without rain and although hot, not as hot as it would be the weekend we left.  I would have preferred at least one downpour for how it makes the air cleaner, cooler and for the silliness that occurs when the sky opens up as it does in New Orleans. It's not unlike buckets of water falling on you nonstop for 15 minutes.  Weeeeee!



our room as you enter

nice pool. warm and good to sit by in the evening hours

At Cafe Reconcile




where we stayed on Royal for a month in 2007

Airplane rides (American) and only one of 'em had individual TV's and that had crappy choices. Renting a car (Dollar) at an easier to navigate location at the airport, we headed in to town but because of a delay in our flight we missed the end of the Oyster festival (peeps were packing up) and also Marcia Ball's set.  Bummer.  Had an easy dinner at Magnolia Grill in the Rainbow part of the Quarter where the employees are always friendly/sarcastic/silly. Anytime I can get 2 of the 3 qualities, I'm pretty happy.





in mid city. since Nola is below sea level, burials are above ground


we liked that one of the musicians was wearing a Stephan Curry jersey

   Of course New Orleans has a special relationship with it's musical history with many of the artists still residing in town due to some of following reasons: legend artists recorded their hits in the days that producers or record companies stole their royalties leaving them with minimal bank,  the artists like living in New Orleans and there are families here of generational musicians. Another benefit of this condition is that you can find a higher quality/density of artists in this city than you can in most of the US except possibly New York.  But in New York, many of the musicians are just stopping by, so while its limiting to be "stuck" in New Orleans for many of the artists, it makes a better visit for the music fan- and at $5-$15 to see great musicians, a not expensive way to enjoy a night out. Additionally New Orleans has been able to maintain a distinct sound. San Francisco often is touted in the media as having a San Francisco sound but it really does not have anything close to the roots and distinction that Nola has.

Brother Tyrone and the Mind Benders, DBA

Treme Brass Band, DBA


Washboard Rodeo- Three Muses
George Porter at Lafayette Square




Walter Wolfman Washington, DBA

Geno Delofose, f/t farmer and a heck of a p/t musician

 Running through a roll call of who we saw this time around; Brother Tyrone and The Mind Benders (soul in the raspy Sam Cooke, Otis Clay mode-powerful vocals), Washboard Rodeo with Washboard Chaz (with fiddles and a rhythm section, although the piano player had to leave 2/3rd's in likely for a gig across the street at the Spotted Cat), Treme Brass Band (having a lot of fun in their set with a guest sitting in), Walter Wolfman Washington (one of my favorites),
2 guys 40 and 50 at the Blue Nile



Geno Delofose, Jr. (Zydeco at Rock 'n Bowl, where many people brought their washboards), Big Sam and The Funky Nation (Sam has a great time!), George Porter (of the Meters).  Plus many brass bands, and musicians playing on the street and most were very good.
Oliver is (finally) ready to eat beignets again. He' avoided since 2007 when he was sick due to the climate change but always blamed the beignets

appropriate beignet cafe flooring


for people that are locked out, they've got a good attitude

Mardi Gras World, Visitor

large warehouse storage for parade floats
Dexter appreciated the fresh perspective seeing the building and craft and how it relates to what he is studying

Ollie is a pretty good mimic, or just a goofball

it's a talent...or something



   Cafe Reconcile has redesigned their dining room to a much cleaner design, more comfortable and on the Wednesday afternoon we visited, near capacity.  Last time we ate there (it's a place that provides job training for at- risk youths to help transition them into the restaurant culture of the city) the layout was a bit drab but the reconstruct was already underway.  The setting is now real nice, food okay  but the purpose makes dining here a worthwhile stop and the young folks are trying real hard.

    Especially after being away for three years, it's difficult not wanting to visit all of our favorite places again and again- to those we did, we did joyfully.  Also when it's hot and humid, the boys are happiest in the pool so that desire is always to be balanced and respected.  Our room which was a large box; large in terms of the length and had high ceilings-15 feet, antiquated furniture and look but a tiny bathroom, and as we were all in one room, not much privacy. For next time- we liked Lamothe House, its location on the quieter Esplanade Street and nice pool, with access to a front and back departure. For next time we checked out the possibilities for the larger rooms- 2 bedroom type of accommodations.  Well, it's always fun watching everyone else sleep. I was always the last one up and almost always first awake and out to hunt and gather breakfast.

Nectar Sno-Bliz at Hansens
If over heated, genuinely happy to have these in hand



    So where did we go that we've always gone? Rotating Hansen's Sno-Bliz with Cafe du Monde's beignets, where our first night in line for coffee, a palmetto jumped on a big man's shoulder, and it upset him so much that he told everyone around him as if Dracula had popped out of the skies. The Pearl River/Honey Island Swamps are a must do for us. Even if there were not sightings of alligators, birds, and now wild boar but only the waterways, lush greens and sweet breeze of Cajun air conditioning (fast boat) this would still be an enjoyable experience. Plus we had Charlie again as our guide. I liked when he saw a can floating in the water, he cut the engine and practically flopped over to grab the can. Mardi Gras World with Dexter's new perspective on this type of work, where floats and sets are built in giant warehouses along the water.  Elizabeth's for breakfast in the Bywater, Louisiana Music Factory at its' newer and better location on Frenchman Street with its neighbor, Offbeat magazine. Maria and I stopped into Molly's At The Market for a friendly beverage.  Fair Grinds Coffee House in Esplanade Ridge, Rock 'n Bowl in Mid-City, kind enough to show game 1 of the Warriors finals over our lane, and Napoleon House were all favorite places revisited.

Dexter, Look Out!!
look before you leap
Honey Island Swamp, Slidell, LA
 


hands in the boat is probably a good rule
boars are invasive to the swamp 

at finer restaurants gators usually eat standing on 2 feet




    Some different things we were able to do was to go to a Farmers Market and load up on blueberries and some other nice foods. While the markets aren't up to par with West Coast offerings, it is good to see a movement in New Orleans toward some healthier and local food options.  We still notice a lack of a good recycling program- Winnipeg of my recent travels is one up on you Nola.  We also visited the Backstreet Cultural Museum in Treme.  Here's a fun video (2 minutes) of the owner Sylvester. He seems a little short of breath presently so we were greeted by Sylvester and hosted by his brother (who likes baseball).  These folks are a hoot!  The museum is just a short walk past Rampart Street. Rampart has changed much where it now has some boutiques on a street that once was run down. The feeling locally might be that some neighborhood places may be being pushed out.
Backstreet Cultural Museum

the details on all the beading and sewing- all done by hand is more impressive the closer viewed



farmers market
    Also for me, I rented a bike (a mere $6) and although the thought of riding in New Orleans seemed questionable (traffic and big potholes in the streets), riding around on my cruiser was fun, real fun. I was honored that a local called out to me, "man, you're brave. riding the wrong way up Rampart Street" (also code for -you're an idiot).  I also found out that I've been wearing my bike helmet backwards for three months. Really? The stuff you learn!




   We also spent Friday afternoon at City Park where there is a little amusement park. Ollie and I had fun on the roller coaster and because it wasn't crowded the guys let us go around again.  Maria, O, and I took on another ride- a spinning turbo thing which because we were discussing who would go, the ticket collector got a little peeved waiting for our tickets.  Unfortunately she was also the ride operator and we were the only ones riding. I think we were punished with intent, although riding on the inside it was fun for Oliver as their combined weight+gravity pushed out I don't know what out of my pores.   It's the last time I go on one of those.

   Frenchmen Street at night has become quite the place to go to. While the quality of music clubs is still top notch, the crowds- and such numbers of people reminds of the Polk Street area on Friday and Saturday nights.  It's definitely the place to go to for the under 30 set (and one 54, I guess) but for the neighbors, I got to wonder how they feel- as it's so noisy. Nothing like finding drink cups -or worse on your front stoop. Still pleasantly quiet in the morning and early afternoon. Despite the changes, still a neighborhood.

   Miniature Golf came back to City Park in 2014 with two courses; a New Orleans and Louisiana themes.  Nicely laid out but on the small side lacking bells and whistles but subtle tricks in the landscaping of the greens where the balls rarely roll in a straight path.  Affordable too which is a nice consideration for the families of the city.  I had a slow start but unlike my bowling game, finished very well  although the family mocked me for my helpful tips.


I think i missed something in college. I never played beer pong. On this machine anyway I did well (although couldn't type my initials very well- that's me as "BBC" 10 cups, 13 tries.  The ones after me took 60 + attempts whoever they are.  Beer pong and Nerf basketball- if only.


Ollie has always enjoyed roller coasters



this is mugging


a happy Harrison Barnes
rock and bowl.  And over our lane was the first (whew-happy results) game of the Golden State-Cleveland series. Cleveland has never won a basketball championship and the Warriors last did in 1975.  


a boy with his $1 whale named "Dorca" so Dorky & Dorca

   Perspective: one night at a show- most of these I went to on my own-New Orleans has been limiting the night club shows to 21 and over (Three Muses which has a good vegetarian menu is a dinner house so youngsters are welcome there), I was aware of a man who I thought, "look at that short guy". Later I found myself standing next to him. He was the same height as me. Oh well, I never think of myself as short.

   We rented a red car which was easier to find, and a nice ride. We did get towed one morning. It wasn't a big deal except for the part where the truck driver had me huff and puff for 2 blocks where we "could talk" but used this as a funny little joke driving away. It was fairly easy to retrieve the vehicle and the cost was about half of what it would cost in San Francisco.
you don't know this but tomorrow you will meet a tow truck

our lousy version of Abbey Road (or "filler photo")

 


 Just good to gather together, to experience together, and in the most relaxing moments in a pool, on a boat, or with beignets and au laits or cups of wonderful Sno-Bliz made this trip a nice cozy blanket.
thanks for reading !





 

 

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