the industrial luncheonette, birdland and more…like learning Llyn Foulkes*, a major early influence on me and longtime Art Curmudgeon, passed away in LA on Friday but even not knowing
that here Saturday things started out a little occluded
though were clearing up even before the dogs’ walk was done
leading to a warm lunchtime at the luncheonette
and a first ride [new gears!] to the bottom of First, Birdland,
a circumnavigation of the muddy Green
and home. Come Sunday it socked in again,
all day long
and there were Strange Contraptions to be sighted at the Marina…
You just never know what the weekend’s gonna bring..
*”I’m just an
Old honky
Doin time
Just an old honky
On the decline
Just an old honkey
Walkin to the finishing line
I’m just an old honkey
Doin time
Time for being a bad ass
For stepping on first class
For bein a clown
Puttin people down
On my little red merry go round
Just an old honkey
Doin time
Time for bein jeoulous
Of the popular fellas
For not playin the game
Not takin the blame
On this rocky rocky road
To fame”
R I P Llyn Foulkes.