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This is my spot in the blogworld to rant and rave and ramble - three things I do extremely well - and to just talk about my life in general. My blog has opened up a whole new world to me, and I hope you enjoy reading and commenting! Please feel free to do both. I appreciate your feedback.
Monday, September 22, 2014
Wednesday, September 17, 2014
Michael (right, 15) And Nathan Chan (Cello, 16) - Let It Be:
Another piece when Michael is 15:
Throwback to 13 years old:
Audition for the Youtube Symphony, at 16:
Original Song (Michael is now 19) with Andrew Rafferty - (20) Guitarist:
I hope you enjoyed this musical feast!
Saturday, September 13, 2014
For the period of my life between 6 months old and 10-odd years old, I lived in Winston-Salem, NC. I loved it there! I mean, what's not to like? I was a free range kid who played for hours on end in the woods behind my house, and ran with friends all day every day. I have very strong memories of our family trips to Christiansburg, VA, my mother's hometown. Way back then, the Interstate Highway System was just a concept, at least between lesser cities like Winston-Salem (which really was/is a real city) and Christiansburg, VA (which was and still is, a large town, or maybe a small city). So our trip involved LOTS of two lane highways, and a trek through the mountains on US Route 52, and US 100. Dad used to curse Rt. 100. It was twisty, narrow, no shoulders, drop offs on one side, shear mountain walls on the other - and those alternated! It sort of scared me when the drop offs were on MY side of the car! But at the same time, it sort of thrilled me. Driving along this road was one of the few times I heard my father swear. Especially in the winter!
|There weren't any Interstates back then, so the whole trip was on 2 lane roads!|
(sorry it's not live, GoogleMaps would not load the "Share" window)
|Kind of strange how this memory is so vivid!|
|Mom is the front row, right, her brother is to her right, Jack is a cousin, and her |
sister is top row, center. No one remembers who the other two girls are.
Sunday, September 7, 2014
Saturday morning began at 6:40AM when I picked up this guy off a street corner in Richmond. Yeah, yeah, it was RB, and we were at the start/finish line before the appointed 7AM. Then I asked RB if he would mind parking my truck while I met with the folks in charge and worked out details. Man, were there details to be worked out. It seems none of the previous years organizers were back this year, and things were a mess. But even by the time we figured out who was riding in which SAG wagon, and I had my radio installed, RB was nowhere to be seen. I waited and waited. Finally, I had to go, but I at least saw him walking back to the starting line. We all got on the road.
Here's a couple of pics, and a short video of the first few minutes on the course. After that it got busy, and I didn't even think to take pictures.
Lunch was, um, well, pathetic. Two inches worth of Jersey Mikes Subs, or flattened PBJ on white or PB & honey on white, slices of oranges, halves of green bananas, halves of Clif Bars, some chips (at least they were Utz), and chips and salsa. I dunno, just seemed pretty sparse for people who are going to expend 5000 calories riding 75 or 100 miles on a bike!
I wound up coordinating the SAG wagons once we got past the halfway point because the guy in W'Burg had no idea what to do. It all worked out, I know the route, I know how the SAGs should work, and they all know me. We transported a few riders in (it was hot, about 93 degrees, heat index of about 98, humidity very high, so that wasn't surprising), but there weren't any serious accidents, and only a few requiring the medical staff to even check them out. When we all made it to the hotel in Williamsburg, we discovered how screwed up everything was involving the SAG drivers. No one knew who was supposed to stay, and who was supposed to go back to Richmond to work the start of the rides today from there (a 25 and 50 mile ride, while the folks coming back would ride either 75 or 100 again). It took over an hour to sort it all out, and I wound up with a different driver (and his fiance) to come back with.
I did take one selfie yesterday.
We grabbed the hotel's free breakfast, and were back at the starting point before 7, with RB's van and driver nowhere to be seen, nor mine. DF's van was there, but no drivers. What a CF!!! Finally, everyone showed up, and here was the start.
It was another day with no serious anything, but totally messed up management.
I was tired by mid-afternoon at Rest Stop Red.
And by the time we got back to the start/finish line, I looked like this:
It was a fun working weekend, and Saturday night made the whole rest of the time totally worthwhile.
- Jay M.
- Richmond Metro area, VA, United States
- 50ish gay man, pretty much OUT and thrilled to be there! So happy to be finding friends and like minds...say hello if you wish! Feel free to follow and comment.
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“I'll take crazy over stupid any day.” — Joss Whedon
"Crazy means you never have to explain anything you do." - Crazy Mary, puppet friend of Shari Lewis
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