Nikki and me. My smart, funny, beautiful, and tough daughter came to visit for a week in belated celebration of her 21st birthday. We saw The Breeders in concert and visited three record stores (including Jerry’s) and two emergency rooms. Though the hiking and other outdoor fun will have to wait until her broken parts heal, we did enjoy watching both seasons of Sherlock, season one of The Tripods, and some vintage Doctor Who (State Of Decay). Her presence enhances any experience, even hospital waiting and TV watching. I am proud of her and miss her already. Come back soon, Nicole!
Myself in front of Attic Records. If I look a little less than ecstatic it might be because I’d just dinged up the back of my car after the GPS trapped me in an alley with no exit and no way to turn around. The only blemish on an otherwise extremely enjoyable day. ”Oh well,” I told my daughter, “It’s only a car.”
Me in my natural habitat. I’ve since grown a beard, though, because I don’t enjoy scraping sharp pieces of metal up and down my face.
(No, I didn’t buy the Herb Alpert record.)
Me and my box in action. The Library always has someone photographing the sale. This year they again captured an image of me for posterity. I’m second from the left. The man in the front, with the Hendrix and Stones under his arm, and his wife or girlfriend (or sister or personal assistant, how should I know?) beat me to most of the good stuff. After waiting an hour in line for the doors to open I paused when I reached them to let a little old lady with a walker get in ahead of me without being trampled. My good deed may have cost me some Stones and Hendrix albums. Watch out next year, little old ladies!