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<\/a><\/p>\nFriday, after a full week of light-headedness for every effort outside and exTREME soreness,<\/p>\n
did I finally feel somewhat up to “normal” tasks<\/p>\n such as getting stuff to the burnpile but by then it was time to pack, to load…so…<\/p>\n packed and loaded after a quick last inspection the next morning we<\/p>\n ate breakfast on the porch<\/p>\n and were gone; Gerlach to Empire<\/p>\n and so on down the road, sketches casting shadows<\/p>\n in the sky over Nixon.\u00a0 Chemtrails<\/a> or contrails<\/a>…shadows in the sky.<\/p>\n I was barely in Benicia in time for Sunday’s library takedown, <\/a>a mere week<\/p>\n before the first SFMOMA Artists’ Soapbox Derby <\/a>since 1978* – pics from then below –<\/p>\n a week so jammed with stuff I barely got out on the bike, barely clothed given the mid-summery temps, but one of those times I did espy, in his garage down at the water’s edge, a car built by a guy named Bob, sweetly retired for 33 years after 33 years at Mare Island, <\/a>’35 Ford fourdoor<\/p>\n four blocks away from my ’45 tChevy pickup built in Berthoud Colorado**<\/a><\/p>\n and a mysterious*** Dinky Supertoy sent from Italy for The Birthday by my brother Bryan to<\/p>\n keep company with this Murano glass, bought in Venezia years ago to brighten our wines<\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n