The title isn’t entirely accurate. I can type, but it’s sort of slow and clumsy. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad to be able to do anything at this point.
Suggestions are welcome for the color of the next cast, to be put on next Thursday.
Cynicism, you’re soaking in it. That’s sure the way it feels sometimes. But take heart people, because there’s an antidote to the bad news, the ugly sentiments, and the lack of humanity.
It might surprise you, but it involves a whole pile of giant nails.
I have to say that I had a terrific time at the reunion. The time seemed to fly by…there just wasn’t enough time to speak with everybody. To that end, I do hope we can have a few get togethers before the next 5 or 10 years pass.
Me and Linda just bought this danged camera, so I have to apologize for the darkness of the pictures. Just think of it as ambience…adding some cocktail lounge sexy.
Yeah, that’s it!
Note: clicking on a photo will send you to the hi-rez version. You have been warned.
Here’s Sue saying, “Thirty years? Holy crap!!!”
Here’s to the Class of ‘79
Here’s Ron being his good old boyish self, with Kim in the background. A note about Ron: first guy I ever heard say “Wicked Pissah”. Not being from Saugus, Mass, I wasn’t sure if that was good or bad.
Ron being pensive. Or something.
Norman Dyar, profile. Norman said he had a good side, though I can’t remember which…
Norman Dyar, Mark Jordan, Lisa Caldwell in the background
Norman Dyar, International Man of Mystery. Here, I have to confess that I did not recognize Norman when we first walked in. My brain was unable to do the following bit of math: Norman Dyar + Suit = WTF?!
When I first saw Michelle that night, I told her that I had something for her. The worried look vanished when she read the following printout. I wrote an appreciation of the late Bill Chinnock upon his passing and remembered that my first Chinnock experience was listening to Michelle’s copy of Live at the Loft
I can’t believe they used to call me “Gonzo.” I mean, there is no Gonzo in this picture.
I do believe I am thinking “Rick?….Randy?….Dammit!!!!”
I’m actually not much for taking snapshots, but a closeup of a foot? Oh yes, that’s my kind of fun.
Lisa, who is in the middle of saying, “You bastard, I can’t believe you took a picture of my foot!!”
Thirty years older, same smile.
Kelly, wondering who to annoy next with her camera
Seriously, I would like to know how Kelly manages to look like she’s still in her 20’s. Please, email me your secret.
For some reason, this picture evokes 1st period English class, without the insane terror of knowing I hadn’t finished reading the book I was about to take a test on (C’mon, did any guy finish Jane Eyre? Really?! You’re Lyin’!)
Julie wonders where all the time has gone. Or something.
OK, OK…I know this isn’t a shot that should have been put on the Internet, but she was right in the middle of doing such a wonderful impression of Andrew Slipp that I couldn’t pass it up. I’d love to tell you what she actually said, but this is a family web page.
Hi, Joyce!
I hadn’t seen Jody since graduation so it was cool to chat with him. I tell you, he sounds exactly the same!
Speaking of which, if anybody asks you what a Maine accent sounds like, skip the Marshal Dodge and Tim Sample records, and have ‘em call Jody.
The rugged profile. Gees, what happened to the 70’s Fro?
Jerry Higgins, writer, Bruce Springsteen fan.
Linda took several group shots because a) nobody appeared to be paying attention and b) see “a”
Proof that we’re 30 years older: no groping!
Cheryl and Michelle speaking with a Calwell. Randy? Dammit!
When Cheryl and her husband got out to help me and Linda after the moose incident, I think the shocked look on her face was worse than on mine. I forgive her for calling me ‘Ron’ when she first saw me earlier in the evening.
A terrific picture of Bev. I happen to have a not-so-terrific picture of Bev, but she threatened bodily harm…
Norman Dyar’s tie clip. I think he said it was his dad’s. Very cool.
You almost got a long essay on the importance of the event that destroyed our beloved Mini Cooper. But a) I haven’t quite worked all of that out yet and b) my arm is still sore.
Instead, let’s look forward to Sunday night’s appearance of Bruce Springsteen & the E Street Band.
Yes, we walked away.
So another big weekend approaches. This time around, we’re going to one of those events that some people dread: the high school reunion. Normally, I would dread such a thing so it’s an odd feeling for me to be looking foward to it. Very odd.
In any event, we’ll be hopping in the car and heading back to Maine (our future home) because it has been thirty years! Yikes!!
Rashied Ali has played on some of my favorite jazz records. He’s also played on some records that can clear the room in 5 seconds flat. The intersection between the two is pretty large but hey, some people just can’t take it when musicians bring the noise.
This is Ali and his quintet taking on the James Blood Ulmer classic Theme For Captain Black.
Have you ever been in the middle of making yourself breakfast and along the way discover that you’ve put your box of Cheerios away, but in the refrigerator?
Well, this is proof of what can happen before I’ve had my first cup of coffee. This shelf is almost 6 feet off the floor is is normally reserved for coffee mugs.
Yeesh, maybe I should stay home today and rest before I hurt somebody.
Back in march, me & TheWife™ spent a week up in Littleton, New Hampshire. We would do some exploring of local towns during the day and then just hang out at night, catching up on our reading. On the way back into town on a day trip to Berlin, New Hampshire (yet another of those decimated mill towns) we saw a little house right near the road that supposedly contained a Mexican restaurant. Since we’d never been on this particular road before, we had no idea that Littleton had such a place. On our last night of vacation, we decided to try it out. The dining room was basically in the front room of this old house. Not your usual decor, but then again, not your usual food…which was stunning. Everything was made to order, absolutely fresh and full of flavor. If you’re looking for a plate of something that’s smothered with a thick layer of greasy melted cheese, you would be leaving dissappointed. We decided that Alburritos made some of the best Mexican food we’d ever had.
The thing is, we haven’t been back there because Littleton is quite a ways from here. I mean, the food was fantastic, but maybe not “drive three hours” fantastic.
Being Mexican food snobs, we do drive a decent distance for it. Our favorite Mexican restaurant is Hermanos in Concord. It’s a little over an hour away but well worth the trip.
However, if you’re ever out in the Monadnock region, you’ve got to stop in at Cantine. It’s a little, unassuming restaurant set in strip mall not far from the center of town. Don’t let the location fool you. Both me and TheWife™ had “The Burrito,” which comes with rice, and a veggie mixture inside the wrap. We also both had shrimp in ours. One bite and we both looked at each other with that “Oh my gawd, did you just taste that?!” look on our faces. Seriously, I’m not even hungry at this moment but what I’ve just typed is making me salivate all over again. It was a nice surprise and a nice way to end the weekend.
We really love the AMC television series Mad Men and are looking forward to the new season beginning on August 16.
This is what I would look like if I was on the show. I have to say that the idea of me wearing a tie and carrying a briefcase is pretty much beyond absurd!
Update: TheWife Man Men-style. Dang, I’m not sure if we’re really this cute in person!