WALKING MY WAYS
WALKING MY WAYS. Two days ago was Saturday. The day that the Monterey Museum of Art had its annual block party. Which I attended, as Merry Mary had sent me an invitation. Even though it was raining. Which was bad. But allowed me to park. Which was good. And then the rain stopped, which was even better. And I was able to tour, which was the best.
First I ran into Holly and Eric, hosting a wonderful booth for the Tor House. And I was able to tell them about my friend Raul, and his clock expertise. And then I grabbed a cup of coffee, next door. Where the proprietor wore a sweat shirt: “Adulting is hard, but Latte’s help.” An intriguing thought. And, across the street, was THE CHEESE WIZ, where I bought a delicious slice of gourmet cheese. One of the many assorted cheeses, that the owner imported. This particular one from Italy. And all of this occurred, while listening to the fabulous BUBBA PICKENS BAND, in the background.
And next to them was a beer garden. Though deserted, as it was 11:00 A.M. But the hostess had an early morning pick up. And told me that “Nothing’s better than beer and live music.” And I agreed. And I kept on running into people I knew. One of whom was a patron at Abraham’s Tent, in Marina. And some others, whom I have known for a long time.
And of course, the Museum was open. So I had to visit, even though I am a member. And they also had live music. In fact, they had an inspiring guitar duo, with an uplifting harmonica. Namely, Dan Frechette and Dan Cioper playing “Bobby Dylan.” Playing with style. And eventually, I made it home. After seeing, art, photos, music, friends, and more. All supported by a host of contributors, including numerous well known bands and brands. And realizing, that the Monterey Museum’s slogan, “ART CONNECTING COMMUNITY” was Genuine. 24/7. Finis.
Thanks for the Tor House plug, Hans. And ditto to what Hugo wrote below!
Unfortunately, I'be been up to my rear end in alligators, which made it hard for me to remember that my initial objective was to drain the swamp. More important, I dreadfully missed readomg Hans' always uplifting columns - which, for all who read them - are the best possible medicine for a long day and these seemingly endless dreary times. Hans reminds us that even in the worst of times, his lighthearted humor, banter, and gentility is a ray of sunlight on the cloudiest of days. An old Jewish saying is, "May you live to 120," and in Hans' case, it should be beyond that! Much love to Hans - and to those who, like me, eagerly await our weekly walk with this uplifting angel!