The new decade started in the usual way.
New year's day dinner with friends.
Spirit was high during the opening days of 2020.
My approaching birthday made me introspective.
Hey, kid. This is Future You talking from the year 2020.
The year 1980 might seem like a drag right now
but don’t worry. Things will definitely pick up speed.
In 40 more years you’ll still be doing a lot of the things
you love now. Keep dreaming, kid. Keep dreaming it into
reality and you’ll find yourself in a world that’s colorful,
musical and full of laughter. Ignore anybody who tries to
stop you and walk away from anybody who doesn’t
support you. Trust me, kid. Everything is going to be more
than okay. It’s going to be amazing. You got this.
My friend Kelly McD sent me this
David Rose / Schitt's Creek themed shirt.
Many thanks. Best wishes. Warmest regards.
When you run into two alumni
and the lighting is ON POINT.
Big love and hugs to Emily and Caire.
Happy Birthday David Bowie
From the sink to the pond...
And back to a record booth...
NICE ‘N NAASTY! This is one of my all time favorite
1970s disco tracks. My Dad’s original 12” single mix
from 1976 has been in my collection for decades.
Discovering the full Salsoul Orchestra album for 2 bucks
from one of my favorite vendors was a total revelation.
Thanks to my friend Steve
for yet another amazing birthday cake.
40RTY SE7EN
My 47th birthday was a gas!
Mom & Dad hooked me up with the hand numbered deluxe
limited edition 50th Anniversary Rolling Stones Let It Bleed
box set. My adopted brother Steve baked me a cake.
Chancey just sat there and looked cute.
All things were just as they should be.
My birthday celebration
continued with Scott (and Steve)
...and some flea marketing
Sunday Morning - East View
Sunday Morning - West View
Flea Market Score: 1960s Photo Cube.
Pre-inserted images include a Futuro House interior
And a Verner Panton interior... I paid one whole dollar.
Macaroni salad so good
it's nearly worth an hour's drive
to Wind Gap, Pennsylvania.
I was fortunate enough to spend a couple of hours of my
47th birthday in the park. The 67 degree temperature was
a rare, much appreciated anomaly for the 12th of January
and it was the first time in my life that I’ve ever enjoyed the
pleasure of outdoor activities on this special day. Walking the
familiar trails in warm, radiant sunlight with David Bowie’s
Station To Station in my ears was a great gift and I strolled
with tremendous gratitude for this and many other things:
another year of happiness and prosperity, another year with
my loved ones and the privilege of living a life that I’m proud of.
At a certain point, my thoughts turned to my beloved grandparents
who are no longer here in body. No sooner did I begin “talking to them”
than Spirit gave its familiar command to “Stop and take my picture”
as I was crossing the creek bridge. There, in the lens, lay yet another
colorful, ephemeral cosmic gift in the form of a series of shimmering
light entities. CLICK! And they were mine to hold (for a moment).
Thank you Spirit and thank you to ALL who sent me birthday messages
from places nearby, far away or from another dimension overlapping ours.
I See You 2020... You’re Mine.
Even the "misfires" will be beautiful
this year because there are no mistakes.
