The weather did not improve last Sunday for Adamo’s birthday party. The Sam Chase band had to play in the garage. Everybody seemed to have a good time, although it was a bit chaotic with so many people inside. It was good to see Will, Christine and Ollie.
The next birthday was Clorinda’s 92nd on Tuesday. The crowd was a bit more manageable, other than the two little monsters. I enjoyed watching the baseball playoffs with Mike and Chris (Carolyn and Caroline’s boyfriends.) The wontons that Carolyn brought were delicious. Here are a few pictures of the birthday girl:
I had a circuitous flight home on Wednesday. There was a thunderstorm over Dallas most of the day. We circled around Kansas for a while and then diverted to Longview, Texas for fuel. I was worried that the flight crew would time out there and was starting to plan on finding a hotel. No worry needed – they didn’t have a set of stairs tall enough for anyone to get off the plane. We did finally land in Dallas, then it was a waiting game for the flight to New Orleans – this picture was the last update and was nowhere near accurate. A break in the thunderstorm did allow us to take off after midnight, and I made it home around 1:30am – a long day of flying.
Denny and Anne invited me to “the Rolling Stone” restaurant on Thursday night. I had no idea what that was, but went along. The place is about a mile from our house and is called “Beggar’s Banquet”, a famous Stones album. Look at this amazing menu:
The scallops in the Coquilles St Jacques were perfectly cooked and delicious. The mushrooms and ahi tuna were also excellent. We finished up with the beef short rib. I’m looking forward to returning as the food, presentation and service were all excellent.
Alex came over on Friday night and we enjoyed hanging out and listening to music for a few hours.
I walked to “Rabbit’s Foot” for breakfast on Saturday morning. It’s about a half mile down Prytania from our home, and the food and coffee are excellent. This could easily become a new weekend routine.
I took some pictures of Halloween decorations and other things on my walk:
McD had to scramble to make her flight on Saturday morning. Her original flight was delayed and so they moved her to an earlier one. She made it home around 5pm and has been busy cleaning up the house this morning. Now she’s off with Anne to enjoy the tennis machine.
The Cowboys game isn’t being broadcast here, and of course they are playing very well. 33-3 just now, and it’s not quite halftime.
I’m still working my way through “Be Mine” by Richard Ford. It’s one of those books that you really just like to savor. I should be finished next week.
The Beggars Banquet restaurant had me playing my favourite song from that album, “No Expectations.” There are a lot of interesting versions out there:
Let’s finish up with something from the late, great David Lindley:
Coexist peacefully, with kindness and patience for all!
I’m back to weekly posting again – I’m too old to try and remember things from multiple weeks ago. When I left you last week, we were contemplating heading back to the Blues and BBQ festival in Lafayette square. Denny picked us up and we saw Little Freddie King and Shemeika Copeland perform. Both delivered great sets.
Here’s a sample of Shemeika:
And here’s Diana dancing to “It’s 2am, do you know where your baby is?”:
We stopped at an amazing Halloween display on the way home. Ghost Manor is on Magazine street and features animatronic skeletons, videos on the upstairs windows, and excellent music and lights. Best Halloween display any of us have seen.
The Cowboys were able to eke out a close win against the Chargers on Monday night football. Both the 49ers and Eagles lost – so we’re only one game behind in the standings.
We took a walk through our new neighborhood on Tuesday. The weather was perfect and there are so many beautiful houses to see. The actor John Goodman’s home is a couple of blocks away. He bought it for $1.8 million in 2005 and I’m sure it’s worth at least three times that now.
A coffee and browse through the shops at the Rink, across from our new home, followed the walk. I really enjoyed the Garden District bookstore and picked up a signed copy of the new Richard Ford book. It’s the fourth installment in the Frank Bascombe series that I enjoy so much.
I treated McD to a late lunch at the Columns on Wednesday – another perfect day. It’s been a while since we visited, a weekly tradition when we were renting the condo. Tatum was a great waitress, even though she was single handedly setting up for an evening event.
Kenny and Kara joined us at Chickie Wah Wah on Thursday night to see the band Deer Tick. The start time was pushed back because of a Saints game, and the place was very crowded, but we hung around for a few songs and thought the band sounded very good. They just needed a larger venue like Tipitinas.
Jeff and Merry Lee were in town for the Saints game, and so we met up for dinner on Friday at the wonderful Costera. Our Uber ride over didn’t work out too well. The driver was talking loudly on a hand held speaker phone. After a few minutes, we asked him to be quiet and use both hands on the wheel. He promptly pulled over and asked us to get out. Good grief – so rude! As you can imagine, Uber has my feedback on the incident.
The meal was amazing – such delicious Spanish tapas, culminating with the best paella I’ve ever had.
It takes most of the day to fly from New Orleans to San Francisco. We were pretty tired by the time Adamo and the monsters picked us up on Saturday evening.
The weather has been beautiful in Pacifica all week, and now as the plans to celebrate Adamo’s 50th birthday are underway, it’s a cold and rainy day. So much for the band playing outside. Maybe it’ll clear up in the afternoon.
I finally completed “The Four Winds” by Kristin Hannah. I read it on my iPad and was pretty frustrated when I found that all my highlights were lost. I’m going to have to switch back to real books. The book is not as compelling as a few others by Hannah, but still an enjoyable read.
“My land tells its story if you listen. The story of our family.”
Here’s an online summary:
“Texas, 1921. A time of abundance. The Great War is over, the bounty of the land is plentiful, and America is on the brink of a new and optimistic era. But for Elsa Wolcott, deemed too old to marry in a time when marriage is a woman’s only option, the future seems bleak. Until the night she meets Rafe Martinelli and decides to change the direction of her life. With her reputation in ruin, there is only one respectable choice: marriage to a man she barely knows.
By 1934, the world has changed; millions are out of work and drought has devastated the Great Plains. Farmers are fighting to keep their land and their livelihoods as crops fail and water dries up and the earth cracks open. Dust storms roll relentlessly across the plains. Everything on the Martinelli farm is dying, including Elsa’s tenuous marriage; each day is a desperate battle against nature and a fight to keep her children alive.
In this uncertain and perilous time, Elsa―like so many of her neighbors―must make an agonizing choice: fight for the land she loves or leave it behind and go west, to California, in search of a better life for her family.
The Four Winds is a rich, sweeping novel that stunningly brings to life the Great Depression and the people who lived through it―the harsh realities that divided us as a nation and the enduring battle between the haves and the have-nots. A testament to hope, resilience, and the strength of the human spirit to survive adversity, The Four Winds is an indelible portrait of America and the American dream, as seen through the eyes of one indomitable woman whose courage and sacrifice will come to define a generation.”
Rhonda, self proclaimed “best mail delivery person in the world”, dropped off my new Tipitina’s record club offering this week. It’s always exciting to unwrap the package and I now have the Linn turntable properly set up to play vinyl. The last album before Walter Wolfman Washington’s passing last year is very enjoyable, bringing back lots of fond memories of watching him in small New Orleans venues over the years.
Coexist peacefully, with kindness and patience for all!
Did you think I had given up on blogging? I know, it’s been forever since I posted. Moving into our new home, a wedding, music festivals, and several other events and activities have kept me busy. As of today, I should be back into the weekly posting routine.
We’re settling into our new home very nicely. All the major things are organized and functional. There are a lot of boxes in the third floor still to be organized – all in good time. I was just sitting on our front porch watching all the tourists go past. It’s finally cool weather here and we’re entering into the busy tourist season. They all come past our house as they meet up with Garden District walking tours, or walk from the streetcar to Commander’s Palace for lunch.
I’ll attempt to share some of the highlights from the last month in reverse chronological order.
Yesterday, Diana hosted a birthday lunch for Laura and Libby at Café Degas. Kara joined also. This is our favourite casual French bistro in town. I played chauffeur and plotted a route to pick up all three girls and drop the group off. I also returned to do all the drop offs. They seem to have had a lovely time, and the crab and mushroom crepe leftovers were delicious.
We hung out with Kara, Kenny and Ian for a bit at their home, and then regrouped at home prior to the Blues and BBQ festival in Lafayette Square. This is a free event hosted by the Jazzfest organization and it’s always a lot of fun. Here’s Samantha Fish closing out the day:
Lurrie Bell treated us to some classic Chicago blues prior to Samantha:
The food options at this festival are always excellent. Diana brought back a delicious shrimp pupusa – a corn cake stuffed with cheese and topped with shrimp.
We’re deciding whether we should make it out again tonight for Shemeika Copeland.
On Thursday, one of my partners who does our development in India, visited New Orleans and took us to Commander’s Palace for lunch. What a great time! Manish scored big points for showing up with flowers for Diana. My quail stuffed with boudin was ridiculously good.
We visited Austin for a wedding from Sunday through Wednesday. Our friends Neffie and Shaun were married in Dripping Springs (30 minutes outside Austin) on Monday afternoon in a gorgeous venue.
The rehearsal dinner was at Fixe in downtown Austin on Sunday night. That allowed me to miss most of the beating that the San Francisco 49ers put on the Cowboys. The food and company were excellent.
I had originally been drafted to walk Neffie down the aisle, but one of the groomsmen was sick and I walked her sister, Myra, instead. Her pastor and her son ultimately escorted Neffie to the altar.
This is what Anne is calling our “prom picture”:
We took advantage of being back in Austin to visit some of our favourite locations. We enjoyed a walk along the river trail followed by a lunch snack in the garden at Opa. Dinner was at the Odd Duck – maybe my top restaurant in Austin. Tristan, the valet parker, always has good recommendations. The Thai melon salad and green chili pork shoulder were both amazing.
We have a ritual of lunch at June’s All Day prior to starting our drive or flight back home. Diana always gets the wagyu steak tartare that she loves so much.
The Saturday before the wedding we enjoyed Gretna Fest. This is a mini jazzfest across the Mississippi in Gretna. With four stages and many food options, it’s a festival that we both enjoy very much.
We started out with the New Orleans Mystics at the Market Stage. This was an excellent group that was similar to the Temptations – all decked out in matching outfits and with great voices.
Diana had fun trying to match their dance steps:
Next up was La Tran-k band on the Riverfront stage – a salsa band that brought a ton of energy and fun:
Then a highlight for me – JJ Grey on the main stage. The version of Lochloosa was outstanding:
That was followed by a singalong of Glory Glory:
And a final highlight – Brighter Days:
After JJ Grey, Diana and I enjoyed a relaxing Mexican meal and then watched some of Lee Brice – a country star that Diana enjoys. I was very impressed by the quality of the band and the performance.
We had planned to finish with Los Lobos, but they were almost an hour late in taking the stage and we caught the ferry back as they were starting. A really great day of music and entertainment.
The Monday and Tuesday before Gretna Fest, I attended an annual meeting to recognize our top performing employees in Las Vegas. This was a lovely event that went late into the evening. Our executive committee enjoyed dinner at Cut by Wolfgang Puck on Monday night. I’ve never seen such expensive steaks and sides on a menu. The food and service were great, but I couldn’t help feeling guilty about the price.
Sunday, October 1st, was Colleen’s 50th birthday. We celebrated at her home and Greg cooked redfish, boudin and other goodies. Later in the evening, most of the party attendees went to Tipitinas to see John Cleary and the Absolute Monster Gentlemen perform. This was the best I have heard them sound. We were sitting on our porch prior to the party and saw our neighbors, Hugh and Sarah, leaving in their car. We thought it would be funny if they were also going to Colleen’s party – Hugh is her brother. Sure enough, they were there when we arrived, and we got to meet some more new neighbors.
Greg was very proud of his new grandchild:
The week prior to Las Vegas was move in week. I dealt with wifi and security system installation early in the week, and then the trucks arrived on September 27th. By the evening of September 28th, we were mostly moved in. A lot of planning and organization had finally come to fruition.
As with any large project like this move, I’m deeply indebted to Diana for the massive amount of planning and work that she put into it, and continues to put into the unpacking and organizing tasks. Anne, Merry Lee and Jeff also helped a lot with organizing and storage.
We met up with Merry Lee, Jeff, her cousin and boyfriend on Friday at Hungry Eyes – always so delicious and fun. The group joined us as our first guests in the new home on Saturday to watch the LSU football game. Denny, Anne and Jack also joined. Theo’s pizza provided sustenance.
The week before move in Diana had a girls trip to California for a few days, and visited her Mom in Pacifica before and after the Monterey excursion. I was on my own in New Orleans and met up with Kenny and Ian one day at the St Roch market. I like this place because you can choose from many different food vendors and it has a great bar.
Sabine was much friendlier with Diana gone. No hissing and fussing at all.
I kept myself busy with exercise in the park – I like to get out before sunrise and watch the sun light up the beautiful trees.
I got a kick out of the Barbie Halloween decorations on this house on my walk to the park.
Shortly after my last post, Diana and I treated ourselves to a welcome to New Orleans dinner at Mamou in the Quarter. What excellent service and interesting food. The fish Florentine was amazing. This place made the 50 most interesting restaurants list in the New York Times and has received several other accolades.
This was a relatively quiet week. Walking or running in the park early most mornings, and back and forth to the new house to check on repairs were the regular activities. The foundation repairs and all the miscellaneous things from the inspection report were completed. Diana made sure to get before and after pictures of all the foundation fixes. The owner of the company said we shouldn’t expect to seem him again in our lifetime – great news.
Jack invited me to join his trivia team at Dat Dog on Tuesday evening. Kenny and Denny also participated, with McD providing some support. Dat Dog is a very colorful hotdog restaurant on Freret Street. Diana and I opted for the vegetarian versions in lettuce wraps. Those and the tator tots were yummy. The trivia was all over the map – history, geography, business, sports and more.
I did laugh at the rooster that wandered in and was quickly shooed away by management. Not something one typically sees in McKinney.
I really enjoyed the competition and we won third place, apparently the first time the team has ever won a prize ($15 gift card to Dat Dog for Jack.) The group gave me the MVP award for answering a few questions correctly. “How many pounds in a stone?” was easy for someone who grew up in Scotland – not something Americans know. I’m hoping this might become a regular Tuesday night event.
I tried Aidan Gill’s barber shop on Magazine street on Thursday afternoon. I wanted to compare it to the other barber shop I tried during our residency. Aidan greeted me personally, offering a shot of Irish whiskey, a draft Guinness or a soft drink. He guessed that I was from East Kilbride based on what remains of my accent. Not too far off. Gill is from Dublin and moved to New Orleans many years ago.
Derek, who recently moved from Boston, gave me my haircut. I think he did a good job, and he was full of restaurant and other recommendations. I’ll be back to see these guys again soon. Here’s an article from several years ago that talks about how Aidan led the resurgence in old school barber shops:
I’ve been wanting to try Turkey and the Wolf sandwich shop for a while. It has won many awards and has been featured on several television shows, including “Somebody Feed Phil.” It was right around the corner from Aidan Gill, and seemed to be calling me. This is the original restaurant from Mason Hereford who recently opened Hungry Eyes – a place near the condo that I really enjoy.
Their most famous sandwich is the collard green melt, and I decided to give it a try. It was ridiculously delicious – collard greens, coleslaw and Russian dressing come together to create a fabulous combination, with just the right amount of spice. Here’s the recipe if you’d like to attempt to recreate this:
I was irritated to find I’d left my credit card at Turkey and the Wolf when I got home. Back across town to pick it up.
I dropped Denny, Anne, Fred and Kelly at the airport on Thursday evening. They’re off to London to visit Brennen. The NFL season opener was in progress when I got home. I texted Campbell saying I thought the Lions were going to beat the Chiefs (defending champions.) The Lions did win in a large upset. I’m so excited to have football back.
We kept up our tradition of a late Friday lunch at the Columns on Friday. It was quiet on the patio and not too hot. Such a nice tradition.
On Saturday morning, we picked up Kara and drove over to the sculpture garden for early morning yoga. No, I didn’t participate, choosing instead to do my puzzles and enjoy a coffee at Café du Monde. I resisted the urge to order some beignets to go with my coffee.
I enjoyed college football and the US Open women’s final on Saturday afternoon. Deion Sanders is doing some amazing things in Boulder at the University of Colorado. Coco Gauff rallied nicely to win the Open. Thom came over on Saturday evening to watch some of the University of Texas versus Alabama. UT had a nice upset win. It has been a big week for sports. I’m currently watching the Saints season opener, and looking forward to the Cowboys game this evening.
I started “The Four Winds” by Kristin Hannah this week. All the sports watching resulted in slow progress. The book starts in the Texas panhandle during the Great Depression, and is really good so far. More to come next week.
I’ve been on a bit of a Tom Waits kick lately. Here’s one of my favourites:
And here’s something that never gets old from Richard and Linda Thompson. Sublime guitar.
Coexist peacefully, with kindness and compassion from all!
We closed on our new house at 1520 Washington Avenue at 1pm on Monday. The title company guys who facilitated the closing were fun local characters, with lots of good stories. Their office was at 1521 Washington Avenue, directly across the street from our new home.
After closing, we met the guy who is going to refinish the floors and an air conditioning guy at the house. Tommy, the air conditioning guy, was recommended by Fred, who let us know he was a real character who looked like Edgar Winter. That was all true. I enjoyed my time with Tommy quite a bit. The picture is of him in the attic (natural habitat), surveying the duct work and units for improvements.
Diana was busy on Tuesday and Wednesday, coordinating the floor guys and a general contractor who is taking care of all the major things from the inspection report – replacing some siding, removing bad insulation, venting dryer and attic properly, adjusting cabinet and other doors, and so on. The floor sanding is moving along well, and we should pick out the stain early next week.
Diana rewarded herself with oyster night (and frozen French 75) with Laura at Superior Seafood. Well deserved!
Peg, our New Orleans realtor, came over on Wednesday evening with some nice champagne. We enjoyed hanging out and telling stories for a few hours.
Meanwhile, the Krewe was enjoying the US Open tennis tournament in New York.
If you’re brave you can listen to Kenny performing at a Karaoke club after the tennis:
I received this picture from Amy. Frankie and Molly look so sweet and calm, some of us know better.
I made the mistake of letting Sabine the cat out on Tuesday night. Shaking her treat bag at both doors yielded no results and she ended up spending the night outside. She was anxious to get in when Diana opened the door on Wednesday morning. Doesn’t she look guilty in this picture?
I had made reservations at Mamou, a relatively new restaurant on the edge of the French Quarter that I had been looking forward to trying, for Thursday evening. Then I noticed that John Fohl and friends, with special guest Joe Krown, were performing at the Pavilion of the two sisters in City Park at 6pm. We love those musicians and especially an early show.
The average age of the audience was at least a decade older than us, and it was so pleasant to see that age group enjoying and responding so positively to the music, which we’re used to seeing in small clubs. Jon Fohl was quite talkative between songs and shared some great stories.
One of those stories related to his song “The Right Hand of God.” Apparently a neighbor had stopped in and asked what he was doing. “Trying to finish up a few songs.” “Ahh, doing God’s work.” That gave Fohl the idea for the line, “The left had of Toussaint (famous New Orleans pianist, composer and producer) and the right hand of God.”
He also told a story about a session a few years back with Klaus Voormann. Voormann was the bass player with all the Beatles members bands after they disbanded. That’s how Fohl got to sing in the studio with Paul McCartney. Here’s more about that:
He did play my favourite song of his, “Do or Die”:
This was a such a pleasant and hassle free musical experience.
We followed that with another pleasant and casual affair, dinner at Café Degas. This is a unique French bistro over by City Park. Kenzie was our waitress. She had waited on us when we went there with Tim and Dee and had suggested a wine that McD really enjoyed. She even had a picture to show Kenzie. “Sorry, we don’t have that one anymore, but I have an even better one.”
That wine was accompanied by lamb tartare, a pate plate and yummy mussels and fries. This restaurant is something that would never exist in McKinney.
Campbell and Molly invited Kris and Cat to the Padres vs Giants baseball game on Friday night. The Giants lost but they had a great time. It makes us very happy that those guys are spending time together.
Saturday started with a run in the park, a visit to the house to check progress, and a wonderful brunch at Ruby Slipper. We shared the cochon Benedict and loaded (very) tater tots. It’s a bit dangerous that this place is a short walk from the new home.
When Mr. Willard finished the lawn on Friday, he asked me if we were going to the Garth Brooks concert at the Superdome on Saturday, as he was working the door. I told him we were not. Then, I read that tickets were going for $20 or less on the secondary market. I took a look online and snapped up a couple for $25 a piece. That’s a really good deal, and Diana loves Garth and hadn’t seen him before.
That’s how we ended up at the Superdome on Saturday night, with 50,000 of our friends. The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band opened, followed by Lainey Wilson (another singer that Diana enjoys.)
Mr. Willard welcomed us at the door:
Garth put on a typically high energy, crowd pleasing show. At least one member of the crowd was quite happy with “The Thunder Rolls”:
The crowd lights for “The River” were impressive:
Sunday was a lazy day. I picked up Denny, Anne, Fred and Kelly from the airport in the afternoon, and Diana made a delicious shrimp pasta with cacio e pepe sauce. I didn’t realize until dinner that they were off to London on Thursday, and then to Portugal from there. I’m not feeling so badly about our extended stay now. They’ll return the day before our belongings arrive at the new home.
We were sad that Tim’s daughter, Keeley, and her boyfriend weren’t able to make the trip to New Orleans for the long weekend. Their flight from Philadelphia was delayed multiple times and ultimately canceled. We were looking forward to giving them something interesting to look at in the French Quarter – the Southern Decadence festival parade, celebrating all things LGBTQ+:
My book this week was “Tom Lake” by Ann Patchett. I really enjoyed this read – kind of a slow burn that you need to settle into. The story is told as a mother sharing her early life with her three daughters, and that approach works really well. The last fifty or so pages are quite something.
Here’s the online summary:
“In this beautiful and moving novel about family, love, and growing up, Ann Patchett once again proves herself one of America’s finest writers.
“Patchett leads us to a truth that feels like life rather than literature.” —The Guardian
In the spring of 2020, Lara’s three daughters return to the family’s orchard in Northern Michigan. While picking cherries, they beg their mother to tell them the story of Peter Duke, a famous actor with whom she shared both a stage and a romance years before at a theater company called Tom Lake. As Lara recalls the past, her daughters examine their own lives and relationship with their mother, and are forced to reconsider the world and everything they thought they knew.
Tom Lake is a meditation on youthful love, married love, and the lives parents have led before their children were born. Both hopeful and elegiac, it explores what it means to be happy even when the world is falling apart. As in all of her novels, Ann Patchett combines compelling narrative artistry with piercing insights into family dynamics. The result is a rich and luminous story, told with profound intelligence and emotional subtlety, that demonstrates once again why she is one of the most revered and acclaimed literary talents working today.”
I enjoyed this passage about swimming – I agree that it really does provide a good “reset.”
“You said the lake was getting warmer,” Maisie yells. “If all hope is lost we should at least get a decent swim out of it.”
‘The four of us go out straight and strong. We don’t have a swim platform, we don’t have any destination at all; with a little orienteering we could swim to Wisconsin. I drop beneath the surface and open my eyes. It’s as if someone bought up all the diamonds at Tiffany’s and crushed them into dust, then spread the dust across the water so that it sifts down evenly, filtering through the shards of light that cut into the depth. We are swimming through eternity, my daughters’ bright mermaid legs kicking out towards deeper water. I stay beneath the surface and marvel for as long as my lungs can hold.
“Swimming is the reset button,” Pallace used to say. “Swimming starts the day again.”
A great simile – “like a border collie.”
“When I got older, my mother would watch me knitting a sweater at the breakfast table and say she was sorry she hadn’t paid more attention to her own mother’s attempts to teach her things. I tried a hundred times to teach her myself but my mother was like a border collie. She couldn’t sit still for it.”
Describing the rehab facility that Duke ends up in. Just great writing:
“The room was smoky and crowded with people hunched into corners, trying to exchange sentences without being overheard.
It was the saddest bar in the world, the one in which no alcohol was served and everyone was waiting for the check so they could settle up and go home. Two women with clipboards were making the rounds, asking questions, marking people off. Magazines were piled on every surface and I picked one up because no one could find communion with George Eliot in those circum-stances. The caption beneath the picture of the famous model on the cover said she was looking for honesty.”
Something from the wonderful Joan Armatrading. I had never heard this very first album. Such a unique talent.
Another one from that excellent release:
Coexist peacefully, with kindness and compassion for all!
We drove from Corning to Albany on Monday. Vince was kind enough to pick us up there for the drive to Indian Lake (about 90 minutes.) That saved us quite a bit on rental car fees. Our first evening in Indian Lake was very relaxing. Sitting on the porch enjoying the sunset and getting to know the menagerie – Pete and Zeke the dogs, Archimedes the cat, and Jack the squawking bird.
And then there’s Morris the moose, quite a bit larger than Diana.
BP wanted to meet Jack the bird:
Chef Vince spoiled us with some perfectly cooked porterhouse steaks from the grill, served with broccoli and potatoes.
We settled into a wonderful wood fire. And a strange thing occurred. A cat decided that it liked McD. That never happens.
Tuesday began with a pleasant hike up to Super Point, providing a great view of the lake. We all managed well on the trek through the forest.
The views were certainly worth the hike:
Pete and Zeke were tired after the walk:
It was a beautiful sunny day and so we hung out down on the small beach, with McD sunbathing from the boat island. Life is good!
Life is good, and then Vince shows up with a cheese tray to elevate the experience even more.
Chef Vince struck again with Asian style baby back ribs, an Asian salad and yummy mac ‘n cheese with ham. We were so spoiled on this visit!
The Wednesday morning hike was on the forest roads rather than through the forest. We walked about four and a half miles round trip to the dam at the end of the lake.
It was another gorgeous day, so Vince and Lori invited friends over so that the kids could swim from the beach. Diana captured me talking to them with my hands:
Then I made a bad choice. “Let’s take the kayaks out on the lake, Vince.”
The view down the lake from the kayaks was spectacular, but the position my healing leg was in didn’t work well at all. After about ten minutes, it was time to head back to shore. Then Vince had to help pull me out – quite a bit of work.
Chef Vince got a night off and we drove to a local tapas restaurant, Bar Vino.
The food was great, and there was a very talented duo playing music. Here’s one of our favourites. (That’s the lady singer’s Dad that D’s talking to.)
The square deviled eggs were a hit.
We skipped the hike on Thursday morning, having stayed up quite a bit past bed time on Wednesday night, sharing music videos and the like.
Vince worked in the kitchen most of the day, creating our New Orleans send off dinner. Happy hour course: raw oysters and Rockefeller oysters. The Rockefeller being the best I have ever tasted – sorry Denny. The smaller, briny Maine oysters are preferable to the giant gulf oysters in New Orleans. Here’s Vince shucking the oysters:
And the end products:
After that was the best gumbo I’ve had. Vince is going to make it very difficult for the New Orleans restaurants to impress us. The jalapeno cornbread was equally delicious.
While I was supervising Vince in the kitchen, McD was working on a puzzle in the living area. She finished it before the day was done.
This was such a relaxing stay. Thanks to Vince and Lori for everything!
Vince was kind enough to drive us back down to Albany airport on Friday. We caught a flight to Philadelphia and then another on to Dallas. I had to say “Boo!” as we flew past the home of the Eagles, a big Cowboys division rival.
We spent the night at the Dallas airport hotel, and then drove down to New Orleans on Saturday, arriving around five o’clock.
Anne had invited the Krewe over to welcome us and made yummy crawfish Monica and jambalaya. We were tired from all the traveling, but enjoyed catching up with everyone.
We did a lap of Audubon park on Sunday morning, before doing our final walk through of the new house. The excessive heat sign was not kidding.
My book this week was “Friends, Lovers and the Big Terrible Thing” by Matthew Perry.
Here he is talking about trying to be cast for “Friends”:
“”You have got to get on Friends Like Us,” I said. “Not gonna happen,” my agents said. “You’re attached to the baggage handlers show. They’ve already measured you for the futuristic shirt and everything.” I was devastated. When I read the script for Friends Like Us it was as if someone had followed me around for a year, stealing my jokes, copying my mannerisms, photocopying my world-weary yet witty view of life. One character in particular stood out to me: it wasn’t that I thought I could play “Chandler,” I was Chandler.”
On his favourite day:
“Here’s the day I wish I could live over and over again (this is the Groundhog Day of my Groundhog Day). In fact, I wish I could relive it every day for the rest of my life. But I cannot. So, the only way to get past it is to tell it like a story, see if that helps. (This of course will not bring it back.)
It was New Year’s Eve 1995, Taos, New Mexico. All afternoon we’d been playing football in the snow. Me, and my girlfriend, Julia Roberts, and a bunch of our friends. She was the biggest movie star in the world, and I was on the number one show on TV. The courtship had initially been conducted via fax. Somewhere in the world, there is a stack of faxes.”
Here’s the online review:
““Hi, my name is Matthew, although you may know me by another name. My friends call me Matty. And I should be dead.”
So begins the riveting story of acclaimed actor Matthew Perry, taking us along on his journey from childhood ambition to fame to addiction and recovery in the aftermath of a life-threatening health scare. Before the frequent hospital visits and stints in rehab, there was five-year-old Matthew, who traveled from Montreal to Los Angeles, shuffling between his separated parents; fourteen-year-old Matthew, who was a nationally ranked tennis star in Canada; twenty-four-year-old Matthew, who nabbed a coveted role as a lead cast member on the talked-about pilot then called Friends Like Us. . . and so much more.
In an extraordinary story that only he could tell—and in the heartfelt, hilarious, and warmly familiar way only he could tell it—Matthew Perry lays bare the fractured family that raised him (and also left him to his own devices), the desire for recognition that drove him to fame, and the void inside him that could not be filled even by his greatest dreams coming true. But he also details the peace he’s found in sobriety and how he feels about the ubiquity of Friends, sharing stories about his castmates and other stars he met along the way. Frank, self-aware, and with his trademark humor, Perry vividly depicts his lifelong battle with addiction and what fueled it despite seemingly having it all.
Friends, Lovers, and the Big Terrible Thing is an unforgettable memoir that is both intimate and eye-opening—as well as a hand extended to anyone struggling with sobriety. Unflinchingly honest, moving, and uproariously funny, this is the book fans have been waiting for.”
Vince loves his Greatful Dead, and in particular this song. And now it’s been stuck in my head for days:
Coexist peacefully, with kindness and compassion for all!
We caught a morning flight to Toronto on Monday and then drove a few hours to Port McNicoll on the Georgian Bay of Lake Huron to visit Randy and Janice for a few days. This map shows our plan for the next couple of weeks. Port McNicoll for a few days, then down to Corning, NY via Niagara Falls to see Patty and Brent, and then over to Indian Lake to visit Vince and Lori.
Randy and Janice have a great setup on Georgian Bay – a house with a lovely view of the lake, and a boat at the marina, less than a mile away.
Wednesday was our big boating day. We spent most of the day on the lake, taking an hour or so to motor over to Beau Soleil, where we anchored and enjoyed some swimming and sun bathing time. Captain’s Randy and Janice did a great job.
Diana always enjoys sunning herself up front on the bow of the boat:
And of course BP didn’t want to be left out:
Sunset from the dock was just gorgeous:
We enjoyed delicious pork chops for dinner back at the house.
On Thursday, we decided to have a walk in the nearby Kew Marsh. This was really interesting and enjoyable until Randy decided to try and find a way to cut over to the Canada Trail – coast to coast walking trail. We failed at that and retreated to our original route.
There was an active beehive exhibit on the trail:
We were thirsty after all that walking and so visited a very unique brewery in the middle of nowhere – Quayle’s. The setting was amazing – I had never seen hop vines growing before.
I chuckled at the number two beer – a tribute to Anne Bauer:
Later, we treated to dinner at the Explorer’s Bistro in nearby Midland. The restaurant had just opened again a couple of months ago. The food was excellent all around, but some of the logistics still need some tweaking. We started with a mixed mushroom sauté and arancini – both excellent. Then I had a vegetable bake with a tomato béchamel sauce that I thoroughly enjoyed. Randy was quite pleased that I had found this place open again.
Friday was a travel day – first side of the triangle to Corning, NY, with a stop at Niagara Falls on the Canadian side.
We had an interesting time at immigration in Buffalo. You’ll have to ask us if you would like the details.
We arrived in Corning in time for some amazing smoked pork, courtesy of Brent. It was very nice to relax in Patty and Brent’s wonderful downtown apartment. The smoked pork was fantastic. I had it again in a Brent scramble creation early morning Sunday, following the women’s soccer World Cup.
Saturday began with a run around town for Diana and Brent, and a walk for Patty and me. After that, we made a trip over to Watkins Glen on the Seneca finger lake (there are 11 of them nearby and they are all long and skinny.)
Watkins Glen has a racetrack and it was NASCAR weekend – leading to some fun shopping and people watching experiences. Apparently some of the NASCAR purists don’t love Watkins as you can’t watch the entire circuit from one spot in the grandstands.
We enjoyed lunch and then walked through town to the State Park waterfalls.
Not quite Niagara, but much more accessible. After that we drove to a local winery, Glenora, where we enjoyed white wines on the patio. My Riesling was nice and refreshing.
And following that, Brent led an expedition to the local distillery. That was a highlight for me. The cocktails and samplers were very well done in a beautiful location.
The day was finished off at The Cellar in downtown Corning – a short walk from the apartment. Another excellent meal – great starters like falafel salad and chicken liver mousse, and then a burger for me and paella for Diana. The ladies picked out a wine that they enjoyed very much, so I’m recording that here for future reference.
Diana and Patty attended the local yoga studio on Sunday morning, while Brent and I watched soccer and ate. Brunch was down the street at the Quincy. A really good brunch – my shrimp ‘n grits were better than most I’ve had in New Orleans. We had fun with the old bank vault as we left.
After brunch, we walked over to the Corning Museum of Glass (CMOG) and browsed through the gift shop. McD successfully navigating the maze on the bridge over the river.
Lots of amazing items, including many pumpkins and some mermaids.
As I finish writing this, Patty and Brent are mixing up frozen French 75s and preparing this dish for dinner. What great hosts!
As you can tell, there was a lot of driving and other activity this week and not much time for reading. I did find a really interesting short book on my iPad – no room for real books on this trip.
Dickens and Prince by the wonderful Nick Hornby was thoroughly enjoyable. What an amazing insight to put them together like this. The online update:
“An ardent fan letter from Hornby that makes you want to re-read Great Expectations while listening to Sign o’ the Times.” —VogueFrom the bestselling author of Just Like You, High Fidelity, and Fever Pitch, a short, warm, and entertaining book about art, creativity, and the unlikely similarities between Victorian novelist Charles Dickens and modern American rock star PrinceEvery so often, a pairing comes along that seems completely unlikely—until it’s not. Peanut butter and jelly, Dennis Rodman and Kim Jong Un, ducks and puppies, and now: Dickens and Prince.Equipped with a fan’s admiration and his trademark humor and wit, Nick Hornby invites us into his latest obsession: the cosmic link between two unlikely artists, geniuses in their own rights, spanning race, class, and centuries—each of whom electrified their different disciplines and whose legacy resounded far beyond their own time.
When Prince’s 1987 record Sign o’ the Times was rereleased in 2020, the iconic album now came with dozens of songs that weren’t on the original— Prince was endlessly prolific, recording 102 songs in 1986 alone. In awe, Hornby began to wonder, Who else ever produced this much? Who else ever worked that way? He soon found his answer in Victorian novelist and social critic Charles Dickens, who died more than a hundred years before Prince began making music.
Examining the two artists’ personal tragedies, social statuses, boundless productivity, and other parallels, both humorous and haunting, Hornby shows how these two unlikely men from different centuries “lit up the world.” In the process, he creates a lively, stimulating rumination on the creativity, flamboyance, discipline, and soul it takes to produce great art.
Not a lot of time for new music this week. I did find this new one that sounds remarkably like John Mayer. I like it.
Coexist peacefully, with kindness and compassion for all!
The week was mostly spent getting ready to exit our home in McKinney. Diana worked feverishly for many hours over many days to get everything ready. The final packing and most of the loading was completed on Friday, with just our bed, couch and a few essentials remaining for Saturday load.
We signed the final closing papers on Friday afternoon.
I was able to work in a final trip to the dentist and haircut at the Boardroom earlier in the week.
We had an exciting event on Thursday evening. Finn brought Holly over to meet us for dinner. We found her very interesting, intelligent and calm, and are very happy he has someone for company when we move away. I picked up dinner from Zin Zen as we were without most of our kitchen supplies.
As we were finishing up the final clean of the house, Diana noticed drips from the clothes washer water hoses. They were not shut off and/or draining properly. A quick trip to Home Depot for caps with washers, and the problem was solved.
Diana said a final “Goodbye pool” and “Be good Stanley”, and we were off.
As we checked into the Canvas hotel in south downtown Dallas, Diana got a call from Jennifer in New Orleans, telling us that the sellers had accepted our counter offer around what to pay for in repairs. Woo hoo – we have a place to go when we finish vacation.
We were exhausted on arrival at the Canvas and nixed our plan of going out for a final Oakcliff dinner, opting for the hotel restaurant instead.
Will and the family gave us a gift card to the fancy new Miami restaurant that has opened in Dallas – Komodo. We made a brunch reservation and I was a bit nervous – they kept sending me new rules about dress code, how long you could keep the table and so on. The experience was good – they seemed to have an “old folks section.” The music was quieter and it was out of the way of all the hustle and excitement. This was totally fine with us.
Here are some of the things we sampled – all very good.
Lobster dynamite:
Money bags with gold leaf:
Dynamite crab cake benedict:
We checked into the DFW airport hotel after brunch and prepared for our Triangle Trip early the next morning. Another busy week.
I relaxed with a couple of interesting sports documentaries this week. Johnny Football was a really good film about Johnny Manziel, Texas A&M Heisman winner, who unfortunately came of the rails in the NFL.
The second was about the British cyclist Mark Cavendish, at one time the world’s best sprinter, and again tells the story of a rollercoaster of a career. I particularly enjoyed this one.
I got sucked into the time sink vortex of the New York Times Spelling Bee this week. The goal is to find as many words as possible from seven letters. They have to include the center letter, and you struggle away throughout the day to get to “genius” level.
My first book this week was “The Celebrants” by Steven Rowley. I enjoyed this read, just not quite as much as the reviewers I read did. Creative premise, well executed, humorous at times, but just not jumping off the page for me.
Here’s the Goodreads online review:
“A Big Chill for our times, celebrating decades-long friendships and promises—especially to ourselves—by the bestselling and beloved author of The Guncle.
It’s been a minute—or five years—since Jordan Vargas last saw his college friends, and twenty-eight years since their graduation when their adult lives officially began. Now Jordan, Jordy, Naomi, Craig, and Marielle find themselves at the brink of a new decade, with all the responsibilities of adulthood, yet no closer to having their lives figured out. Though not for a lack of trying. Over the years they’ve reunited in Big Sur to honor a decades-old pact to throw each other living “funerals,” celebrations to remind themselves that life is worth living—that their lives mean something, to one another if not to themselves.
But this reunion is different. They’re not gathered as they were to bolster Marielle as her marriage crumbled, to lift Naomi after her parents died, or to intervene when Craig pleaded guilty to art fraud. This time, Jordan is sitting on a secret that will upend their pact.
A deeply honest tribute to the growing pains of selfhood and the people who keep us going, coupled with Steven Rowley’s signature humor and heart, The Celebrants is a moving tale about the false invincibility of youth and the beautiful ways in which friendship helps us celebrate our lives, even amid the deepest challenges of living.”
My next book is a classic that I’ve started a few times and never finished. I had to finish by Saturday morning this time, so that I could drop it back at the McKinney library before departing. “The Great Gatsby” was a very entertaining and quickly paced story. Again, not the wonderful classic in my mind that so many folks make it out to be. Many top ten lists I see from readers, have this at number one. Fitzgerald has a few interesting plot twists and some fascinating characters – I’ll give all those reviewers that. It just seems a bit light weight, lacking in the depth of a true classic.
Here’s a new to me song that I enjoyed this week. The Barr Bothers are a folk quartet from Montreal:
Something from the wonderful guitarist, Julian Lage:
Coexist peacefully, with kindness and compassion for all!
After the long drive from New Orleans to Austin on Sunday, I decided to keep it simple and eat in the hotel restaurant, Caroline. Lachie had the same idea and so we each had some unexpected company and covered a wide variety of topics.
I found the breakfasts at Caroline on Monday and Tuesday morning to be excellent. It’s so nice when a hotel restaurant has fresh and creative offerings. The corn cake benedict and the huevos rancheros were both delicious. And the poached eggs were perfectly cooked.
I had the Board Audit committee meeting on Monday, and then met Damon and Neffie at the Firehouse lounge, a cool speakeasy around the corner from the hotel. You slide the bookcase in the hostel lobby to the side to gain entry. I had been there before with Denny, Anne, and Diana, and knew they make good cocktails.
We tried Lonesome Dove for dinner. This is a well known place from Fort Worth, that opened a branch in Austin. It’s famous for exotic game dishes, snake, elk and the like. We all enjoyed dinner. The elk and foie gras sliders were a highlight, and my scallops were very fresh and well cooked.
After a full day Board meeting on Tuesday, the executive committee enjoyed dinner at Dean’s Italian restaurant. I enjoyed cooking the wagyu on a hot stone, and decided to have scallops again. These were just as good as the night before.
A few of us stopped into the Elephant room after dinner to listen to jazz music. The band wasn’t terrific, but pleasant for relaxing after a long day.
I made the final triangle of my drive on Wednesday, Austin to McKinney, stopping at DFW to pick up Diana on her return from San Francisco. I broke the drive up by stopping for lunch with April in Round Rock. We both enjoy the Salt Traders restaurant and it’s right off the main highway to Dallas. The shrimp poblano enchiladas were great.
Here’s Clorinda anticipating the new book from Ann Patchett that Diana got for her. I understand she put down her current book and dove right in.
I enjoyed the Beanie Baby movie over a couple of evenings. I thought Jack Galifianakas was very good as the guy who created and ultimately destroyed the Ty toy company. I’m sure there are still several hundred of these silly toys in storage units outside the house in Los Gatos.
All the inspections on the New Orleans house happened on Thursday: General, termite, sewage and air conditioning. We’re still awaiting all the details, but there doesn’t appear to be anything huge to deal with.
Patty and Brent were in town looking at potential places to build a retirement house. I don’t think they saw anything they liked, and so Dallas might be coming off the list. We met them at Harvest in downtown McKinney for Friday dinner. A really nice visit with good food. We’ll see them again in a week or so.
Rachel was over to sunbathe and enjoy the pool one last time on Saturday afternoon. She didn’t know about the move until she saw the yard sign. Oops.
Friends and family were having fun in other parts of the country. The Ogans at altitude outside Boulder, CO:
Olivia celebrating her sixteenth birthday. We don’t know who the guy next to her is. Interesting hair.
Will and Christine in Reno, NV with G-Man, Caitlin, and crew:
And lastly, Campbell and Molly with Kris and Cat on a beach in San Diego to enjoy some music.
“All the Sinners Bleed” by S.A. Cosby was my book this week. A fast paced thriller, and not for the feint of heart. I enjoyed it a lot, maybe even better than his last two novels. The main character, Titus Crown, a police chief in rural Virginia is excellently done. Here’s the online summary:
INSTANT NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER
“Fresh and exhilarating. . . Cosby keeps his eye on the story and the pedal to the metal.” ―Stephen King, TheNew York Times Book Review
A Black sheriff. A serial killer. A small town ready to combust.
The new novel from New York Times bestselling and Los Angeles Times Book Prize-winning author S. A. Cosby, “one of the most muscular, distinctive, grab-you-by-both-ears voices in American crime fiction.” ―Washington Post.
“An atmospheric pressure cooker.” ―People
Titus Crown is the first Black sheriff in the history of Charon County, Virginia. In recent decades, quiet Charon has had only two murders. But after years of working as an FBI agent, Titus knows better than anyone that while his hometown might seem like a land of moonshine, cornbread, and honeysuckle, secrets always fester under the surface.
Then a year to the day after Titus’s election, a school teacher is killed by a former student and the student is fatally shot by Titus’s deputies. As Titus investigates the shootings, he unearths terrible crimes and a serial killer who has been hiding in plain sight, haunting the dirt lanes and woodland clearings of Charon.
With the killer’s possible connections to a local church and the town’s harrowing history weighing on him, Titus projects confidence about closing the case while concealing a painful secret from his own past. At the same time, he also has to contend with a far-right group that wants to hold a parade in celebration of the town’s Confederate history.
Charon is Titus’s home and his heart. But where faith and violence meet, there will be a reckoning.
Powerful and unforgettable, All the Sinners Bleed confirms S. A. Cosby as “one of the most muscular, distinctive, grab-you-by-both-ears voices in American crime fiction” (The Washington Post)
This article about how AI can determine the attributes of music you were just listening too is quite interesting:
We loaded up and drove to New Orleans on Tuesday. It’s about an eight hour drive, that we broke up with lunch at Athena in Shreveport. We arrived at Denny and Anne’s home on Webster a bit after 7pm. They’re in Boulder, CO, but the boys were there to entertain us.
Our first task on Wednesday was to secure a safety deposit box for our valuables. The Regions bank on St. Charles had a vault and boxes available. It was a bit of a process to select one and determine if it was available, but thirty minutes later we had everything secure.
We met Tracy, one of our realtors, at the fist of six houses at noon. I wasn’t expecting Diana to be very impressed, but a few minutes in she turned to me and mouthed “I like it!” Go figure. I liked it a lot more than the first time I saw it also. The Garden District location is fantastic, although not exactly where we were planning to be.
The next five houses were a bit of a blur for us. I liked the two we made offers on last week less the second time around. We eliminated one and decided to pause on the other.
Back on Webster, we sat down to review our thoughts. Fifteen minutes later and I had a table summarizing our thoughts over to Tracy. Let’s make an offer on the first one we saw in the Garden District.
We submitted an offer on Thursday afternoon, had an attractive counter back quickly, and signed a contract in the evening. Now it’s on to inspections. The home was built in 1860 and renovated ten years ago, so I’m sure there will be some issues to be negotiated.
The counter was actually received while Diana and I were enjoying a delicious lunch at Shaya. We thought we deserved it after all the activity of the last few weeks. The whipped cream cheese, with shallots, dill and trout roe was ridiculously good, as was the old standby lamb ragu humus.
Kenny volunteered to close his friend’s taco restaurant in the Warehouse district while he was on vacation. We went with him and met Kara, Ian and Nina. They had just come from the Barbie movie, and all enjoyed it. The tacos, margaritas and service were excellent. It’s so much fun to hang out with the Kirsches.
I dropped Diana at the New Orleans airport on Friday – she headed to San Francisco via Dallas to check up on her mom for a few days. I dropped a deposit check off at the realtor office on my way back – things are moving ahead. I saw an email shortly after that showing that the Washington house was “under contract.”
I decided to treat myself to a nice breakfast on Saturday morning. Ruby Slipper is a five minute walk from the Washington house – so I thought I’d give that a try. Good choice. I got the “peacemaker” benedicts – a choice of two. The St. Charles chicken and Cochon were both excellent. I hope to be coming back to this place often.
After that yummy breakfast, I delivered Morrison to Kenny and Kara for safekeeping. He seemed ok, if not a little stressed out by the move.
Kara suggested a music movie at a gallery for afternoon entertainment. It was sold out but we thought some folks would cancel. I came up with guitar wizard Marc Stone at the Bourbon Orleans hotel at 4pm as an alternative.
The movie did seem to have some cancellations, but we decided to park at the fire station, “Got any room for an old, retired Chief to park?”, and go to the Marc Stone show.
With a bit of time to kill, we played some pool in the local Irish bar.
Marc Stone was as excellent as I remembered. All three of us thoroughly enjoyed his set.
His finger picking and slide guitar are excellent.
A wedding second line parade came through while we were listening to the show. Classic New Orleans:
After the entertainment, we stopped by “Butcher” for sandwiches. Always a great choice. I got something similar to a Philly cheesesteak.
Another great afternoon in New Orleans. Looking forward to being there soon.
Sunday was another driving day. I started at 6:30am from New Orleans to Austin. About 30 mins in I realized that I’d left my laptop in Denny’s office. That added an hour to an already long drive. I arrived in Austin 9 hours later. I did have one fun stop in La Grange. I’ve been listening to the ZZ Top song about that town since I was in University.
Another great book again this week. “Such Kindness” by Andre Dubus III really held my attention. Just as good as “Townie”, which I enjoyed a lot many years ago.
The main character, Tom, broke his hips and had screws installed. I could certainly relate to some of these descriptions:
“I drink more water. I try to sit straight in my chair, but the hip screws are burrowing hotly into my bones and I need to stretch out and lie down.”
Here’s the online plot summary:
“Tom Lowe’s identity and his pride are invested in the work he does with his back and his hands. He designed and built his family’s dream home, working extra hours to pay off the adjustable rate mortgage he took on the property, convinced he is making every sacrifice for the happiness of his wife and son. Until, in a moment of fatigued inattention, shingling a roof in too-bright sunlight, he falls.
In constant pain, addicted to painkillers at the cost of his relationships with his wife and son, Tom slowly comes to realize that he can never work again. If he is not a working man, who is he? He is not, he believes, the kind of person who lives in subsidized housing, though that is where he has ended up. He is not the kind of person who hatches a scheme to commit convenience-check fraud, together with neighbors he considers lowlifes, until he finds himself stealing his banker’s trash.
Who is Tom Lowe, and who will he become? Can he find a way to reunite hands and heart, mind and spirit, to be once again a giver and not just a taker, to forge a self-acceptance deeper than pride?
Andre Dubus III’s soulful cast includes Trina, the struggling mom next door who sells her own plasma to get by; Dawn, the tough-talking owner of the local hairdressing salon; Jamie, a well-meaning pothead college student ready to stick it to “the man”; and a mix of strangers and neighbors who will never know the role they played in changing a life. To one man’s painful moral journey, Dubus brings compassion with an edge of dark absurdity, forging a novel as absorbing as it is profound.”
Kenny shared this gem with me. I love the Hiatt and Douglas combo:
Another really interesting combination:
Coexist peacefully, with kindness and compassion for all!