Smoque was in our systems, a movement was growing in us, a movement to not rush off into something.  We aimlessly made it to the park, the one just north of Holstien, across the street from the pool.  This was about a week ago, but the park and this woman’s laugh are still with me.  There are many things still with me from that park.  Her meandering accent and pretty blues for one.  The distaste we both had for the doting mother of the two latino chubby kids.  The wonder of what the deal was with the two teens and the toddler, the two girls zipping through the park on their bikes, one of which was between crying and anger, the soon to be art school rocker cool 10 year old who was cooler than beans in soak.  The people who really did kind of resembled their dogs.  Even the crazy laughing old man, alone on his bench, yuckin’ it up.  All these things and more will stay with me a long time.  And to think, it was just a pit stop before going to see a flick.  Three hours later, we leave. I need some park time again, soon.

I pass this bar on the Richmond and Grand a few times a week while walking my dog.  There is no sign on the door to give any indication that it actually is a business.  Kind of like J&M, but without the hipster takeover.  In time I’m sure, but as for now, it is the random bar.  They have this planter in the side lot on Richmond, that I just love.  It is an old plastic barrel or some kind, bright yellow and kind of busted.  Well, shit.. you can just look at this photo to see what it looks like.   The point of this is to illustrate that these people used something that they had laying around.  They didn’t go to the store I work at, or any store for that matter to purchase a big plastic object, they just made do with what they had around.  I love the purple Zibrina Pendula plant sticking out of the broken spot.  I”m done, that’s it, take a gander.  On a side not, I will check out this bar.  

Birthday coming up, and though I usually hide from anything that resembles a party on my birthday, I think i’m going to, in the words of my good friend Tim, “do it big”.  Why not.