Thanks to all the neighbors, friends, and art-seekers that stopped by this weekend. It turns out I was the lone musician on the trail. We had dozens of visitors and beautiful weather. The greatest part had to be the guy who showed up having recognized my name with information about how to collect $730 of mine that the state has from a job long ago! And I was happy having sold a dozen CDs. As Maile suggested, god bless her, it all goes straight into the fund for the next album.
A few youngsters stopped by and tried out my little guitar. One eager young player attempted an Old McDonald/B-I-N-G-O medley (and confused himself).
When no one was around I recorded myself singing Room 304 on the porch (for all the people who couldn’t make it).
I snapped this shot with my new G1 Google phone of Maile stretching out some thread on the porch.
Mom put together a wonderful 90th bday dinner for her dad in Dallas along with an historic slideshow of Jim’s life. I caught a lot of what he had to say about the old times.
Jim talking 1 (1mb, 1m)
Jim talking 2 (7mb, 7m34s)
Jim talking 3 (22mb, 24m)
Jim taling 4 (59mb, 1h4m)
The next morning we met at La Madelaine for breakfast.
She led us through some basic concepts for helping to visualize and draw.
I worked on a constant challenge of mine: How do I capture and catalog my thoughts.
When I drew the lower-right hand pic of an empty journal at the end of the day, I was half-intentionally referencing the image below, which I found while volunteering with Peter Mears at the HRC many years ago. It’s always stuck with me; it hung inside my closet door for a long time.
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