An old drawing

A long time ago, when FCDC was still in New York
we had a party at the loft at Union Square which was part studio and part living quarters for Chuck and me.
This is the drawing we used for the invites.
It was inspired by a girl I saw in one of the first Summer Dance Labs we did at Fort Worden.
She was over weight and had spectacles that fogged over, but her delight in being partnered was without bounds.
So many years ago.

On Dipping The Fork In The Jam Pot

We always ate the same breakfast, Chuck and I, an English muffin, poached egg and cream cheese and jam.
And Chuck was always after me for dipping the fork in the jam pot, excoriating the idea since it, according to him, was ill mannered and introduced bacteria from the fork into the jam.
Now that I eat my breakfast alone, I always dip my fork in the jam pot because there is no one to yell at me, and more important, it makes me think of Chuck every time I do.
So what is the danger of a few stray bacteria compared to that.
And as long as I still breakfast on English muffins and cream cheese and jam, I will dip my fork and relish the memory of Chuck.
And miss him.

Gateway to Paradise ?

He not him

On the television, promoting some car insurance, the announcer says with great feeling :
You don't drive like him so you should not pay the same insurance as him.

D'ohhh

I can, at a pinch, take the first part, but when the poor ( and very local ) announcer says "the same as him" I want to scream. It makes the completed sentence say: "the same as him does" and even the very local and, I am sure nice guy, wouldn't ever say that.
Or would him?

Good Old Protestant Guilt

So I have been feeling guilty about not posting. Why, I wondered, did I bother to create a blog if not for blogging ? And then I think, but what should I blog about ? What in my life at this point is worthy of finding it's way into a blog.
And I think, well now, I just found something, didn't I.
Anyway, it broke the dry spell and I shall be back soon to blog some more.