At the Regulator, Durham, NC. No bull. And coming to a bookstore near you.
Theo's first painting was of the British Isles.
William Trevor is 85 today.
“Shame isn't bad, her voice from somewhere else insists. Nor the humility that is its gift.”
― William Trevor, "Cheating at Canasta"
Bob Dylan is 72.
"Ah, but I was so much older then; I'm younger than that now." Bob Dylan, "My Back Pages"
A good day to stay in and write.
My old pal and one-on-one basketball foe, Alan Dayton, who lived in Fort Lauderdale for a time, has passed away in London, Ontario. Here's a brief article about Alan. And here's a piece in the New Times about an exhibit of his work when he was living down here. I'll miss you my friend, but won't forget you.
Julie and I saw this fish hanging from a tree today along the West Lake Park canal.
(thanks to David in LA)
When your obituary begins "Waffle House lost a loyal customer on April 30, 2013" and includes your battle with feline leukemia and your kin, Piji the piji, Spooker McDougal, amd Poodle Pump, well, you know you've lived a full life. Rest in Peace, Toni Larroux.
celebrate cinqo de mayo
Pookie pays a visit.
From James Salter's notebook at the time of writing Solo Faces. (via The Daily Beast)
Theo, the Pookstah, and me, being true to our school