Bad Graffiti In Colchester

Just very upsetting. You take a nice ride to a beautiful spot and some asshole has written stupid stuff on the message board. Bad enough that we have to deal with the annoying and invasive Eurasian Milfoil, but that someone felt compelled to diss the cops at this location has to give you pause. Probably some libertarian who didn’t have a fishing license. But when virulent wall writing makes it to a little boat drop in Colchester, something be truly amiss,

Paul in Andy’s Space

Not Street Sitting

No harm here, except that it blocks the door to somebody’s upstairs business. Not sitting on the street or obstructing shoppers and eaters. Their presence must still annoy the Czars of the Church St. Market Place, but they cannot have everything. No way to reserve these spaces, but some people return to the same spots so much that the place becomes identified with them.

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Scott and Larry

We went for a birthday walk. Started at the Lone Sailor. Don’t remember Sharon taking my picture at the guy. I really love living here, especially since Sharon likes being here. I just want to keep being relevant, while doing things my legal life and my contempt conviction prevented me from pursuing.

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Nectar’s Body Painting

Not Amsterdam, dammit.

Vermont has a reputation for being a liberal state. Don’t get all heated up. Just because VT started the civil union movement, one which should have been a no brainer, doesn’t make it the home of progressive politics. Sometimes, they let us have some fun.

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Pearl Street

Where else?

He approached me in the parking lot of the State Store. “Got $.40?”

“What you going to do with $.40?”

“I’ll take…?”

Gave him a $1.00. Took a few shots.

“How did you hurt your head?”

“Me and xxxx moved some furniture.”

“Have too much to drink?”

“No.”

When we came out of the store, having bought our own drinks, he asked me to buy his woman a bottle. I refused. “Why won’t you do me a favor? I got the money.”

George L. Solomon Dead

Taken 6/25/10 at Paperman's in Montreal. George delivered a Mahogany casket that had scratches on the handles. He spit on his finger and tried to rub them away. JB, a mgr. at the funeral home, caught him in the act.

My friend George Solomon died. The death notice said suddenly, but I would say he saw it coming. Rushing here to there. Driving like a maniac. Wolfing down meals. Not paying attention to his weight. He wanted to live his life his way, death be damned. Sadly he won’t see his daughter’s nuptials, but he did live to see her become engaged.

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