11/2/21
10/31/21
In The Wild
I found this at the FP Goodwill store.
This is a rare blue Crown Trifari Necklace & Bracelet Alfred Philippe Blue Fruit Salad necklace and bracelet set from the 50s. Scored for 1.99, sold for $225.
Man, I love my gig.
This is a rare blue Crown Trifari Necklace & Bracelet Alfred Philippe Blue Fruit Salad necklace and bracelet set from the 50s. Scored for 1.99, sold for $225.
Man, I love my gig.
The Sixth Decade
Delighted to have found a scarf in The Wild that almost matches my 80s plaid jacket. I was wearing this yesterday in Cracker County, IL and was called a 'liberal mess' by a passing woman.
I suppose plaid indicates a uniform but bish, I'm much more to the Left.
I suppose plaid indicates a uniform but bish, I'm much more to the Left.
10/28/21
Ingenuity
From a generation of menfolk who had the ability to ideate via years of tinkering in the garage. Men who took Shop classes in high school and were challenged towards results and, as a result, had self esteem and confidence.
These men were kids who learned about mechanisms and engineering while playing with their train sets.
My dad was one of them.
On either top side of this garage rear view mirrors had been mounted to allow a view of the alley when exiting.
These men were kids who learned about mechanisms and engineering while playing with their train sets.
My dad was one of them.
On either top side of this garage rear view mirrors had been mounted to allow a view of the alley when exiting.
Busch. The Maternal wing
My grandfather was William (Wilhiem) Busch.
First chair. STL symphony Concert Master.
During the Depression he travelled the country to chase work.
From Enright to Hortus Ct so his children could attend Roosevelt.
First chair. STL symphony Concert Master.
During the Depression he travelled the country to chase work.
From Enright to Hortus Ct so his children could attend Roosevelt.
10/24/21
I'm a Hollywood Darling
This man's father bought a hyper rare Orry Kelly necktie via the 1920s from me.
Kelly was making these while he was in NYC with the help of his then lover, Archibald Leach, who of course became Cary Grant.
He sent this photo today along with:
Hi Christian,
My son really liked his birthday gift! I’ve attached a photo he had taken at Hearst’s Castle. He is on one of their Boards. They had an event Sunday which gave him an opportunity to wear it.
The NY Times interviewed him about the tie during the event. I don’t know if/when they will use the interview. Thanks again!
Kelly was making these while he was in NYC with the help of his then lover, Archibald Leach, who of course became Cary Grant.
He sent this photo today along with:
Hi Christian,
My son really liked his birthday gift! I’ve attached a photo he had taken at Hearst’s Castle. He is on one of their Boards. They had an event Sunday which gave him an opportunity to wear it.
The NY Times interviewed him about the tie during the event. I don’t know if/when they will use the interview. Thanks again!
10/23/21
My Familiar
The crow slams into the window, drops to the sill, glances at me with embarrassment and hops onto the mantle.
I've had a bad day, loaded with physical pain but void of content.
Tears crash to my chest. The crow is watching my reflection in the mantle mirror. I can't stop crying. I am thinking of being in the ER today and the woman in the room next to me who wouldn't stop sobbing. I listened to understand her pain and realized she was crying about a loss.
At first I was annoyed since I was trying to read. When I became aware of my selfishness, I was very ashamed.
Now I am crying with frustration and about all I won't be able to righten.
Your eyelashes are sparkling, the crow says, there's glass dancing around your eyes.
I don't have any eyelashes he says looking in the mirror.
He sighs.
He does a soft shoe in the dust, a small sweeping of tiny steps, a hissing really, then he stops and takes a bow.
The bow is more of a harsh jerk, graceless. The crow blinks at me but just the once.
I smile.
Clean up the glass, he says, Wake up and smell the coffee.
I've had a bad day, loaded with physical pain but void of content.
Tears crash to my chest. The crow is watching my reflection in the mantle mirror. I can't stop crying. I am thinking of being in the ER today and the woman in the room next to me who wouldn't stop sobbing. I listened to understand her pain and realized she was crying about a loss.
At first I was annoyed since I was trying to read. When I became aware of my selfishness, I was very ashamed.
Now I am crying with frustration and about all I won't be able to righten.
Your eyelashes are sparkling, the crow says, there's glass dancing around your eyes.
I don't have any eyelashes he says looking in the mirror.
He sighs.
He does a soft shoe in the dust, a small sweeping of tiny steps, a hissing really, then he stops and takes a bow.
The bow is more of a harsh jerk, graceless. The crow blinks at me but just the once.
I smile.
Clean up the glass, he says, Wake up and smell the coffee.
Oct 2014
Bellie had been with me for 3 weeks. ABout one month before the tape worm inside of her was discovered.
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