The Worst of the Worst

cynically recruited into instruments of Domestic Terrorism….and murder, too, courtesy of Your Tax Dollars.  All of which 39% of our fellow Americans approve of and hey, fellows, if any of you out there are reading this I’d seriously LOVE to know WHY you find their antics so acceptable. Once said antics began to collide with our fellows’ Second Amendment rights another story is developing…where were the “good guys with guns” in Minneapolis when Alex Pretti was executed lying prone on an icy street? Shooting up some schoolyard with their Armalite rifles?

Meanwhile [and before] I was intermittently deep in the mysteries and miseries of Car Season, stripped nuts, tule fogs and January 20th the sixty-fourth anniversary of the night it snowed

in Palo Alto while here, braving coldness and dampness,

we enjoyed dinner at Gabby’s with Greg and Kathryn, lamenting the not so slow demise

of the Bay Area’s art communities* as we knew them followed, Saturday, by the Sun’s Brief

Return which brought surprisingly springlike conditions, a surprise

ten dollar bag discovered last summer by Stephen in Nicholson near the

Tunkhannock Creek Viaduct and a perfect 1938 Ford tudor out enjoying the weather on First.

Plus, due to a lack of cooked artichokes, pumpkin curried salmon at Mai Thai before Sunday’s

tule fog made it back and we were visited by Scott Zoog, who not only dealt with the stripped nut [see above] but other tasks largish and smallish precluded by my knees while, on a

different mission, Fred Smith brought his curious eye to the studios wherein we inevitably

explored/deplored the ongoing demise of Bay area Arts as we’d known them…old farts in the

arts, I guess.  There’s still the Academy of Art University LLC which nobody mentions and

of course the Museums…

*CCA, SFAI, Mills College and many local galleries aging out without successors, gone and most sadly soon to be forgotten…

 

2 thoughts on “The Worst of the Worst

  1. Ann Miller

    A crate of avocados placed strategically around the house…remembering dear Ali.

    Seeing through the impress of a thumbprint whorl…L.

    Hor-eye-zonal illusion and more…MM.

    Curmungulation of letters…yrs trly.

    Fight eradication…and three dot journalists.

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    1. mikesmoore Post author

      Avocados and El Jabri? I remember Natalie bringing Montecito avocados to Perry Lane, summer of ’63 but dunno about Ali and such fruits…

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