Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Key West Sketches

Key West

Just returned from my first visit to the Conch Republic. Can't wait to go back.

Thursday, November 29, 2012

On the belt line

J and I took an afternoon walk on the Atlanta Beltline and this art installation was next to the trail.

It's comprised of white strips. Not sure what material they were made from, it had a fabric feel. There was table set up with black sharpies and a collection of strips. The idea was to write your own message on a strip and add it to the wall of strips.

It's hard to make out the messages from my photos and I wish I had written some of them down. Some encouraged love and understanding. Some were silly. At least one person professed their love for Athens Pizza (they do make great pizza).

J shared a poem.

Mine read: Share your stories with your cat.

Sunday, October 21, 2012

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Church or Charity

What is it about Costco that makes people so mean. Shoppers at Costco are pleasant enough as they hoist enough toilet paper to last a year and enough salmon to feed an army into their oversized shopping carts. Maybe it’s the acquisition of such bounty that causes these same pleasant people to become entitled dicks at the checkout line. They can’t get out of the store fast enough. But since everybody in the store is buying huge amounts of stuff, checkout naturally takes longer. I have never heard such self righteous whining outside of a Tea Party rally.

Costco has a receipt checker at the exit. So once you get through the checkout line, there is another line to wait through. That line moves fairly quickly. The checker goes through the purchases as efficiently as he can.

My wife and I were standing in line for the receipt checker who was taking a little longer than usual because he was dealing with an elderly man in motorized wheelchair. The old man was a bit confused and the checker had to take more time to make sure everything was in order. No big deal.

Behind us, a woman loudly complained, “Hurry up! I have to get to church!”

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Souvenirs 3


Overheard at a cemetery:  "I don't want my bones rotting."

Vanity License Plate:   D  VAH

Graffiti on a wall:   Just because a dog is on a chain doesn't mean he can't bark.

Friday, September 7, 2012


Is this a blast from the past?
A recent Republican Party publication?
Some kind of inside "Breaking Bad" joke?

Thursday, September 6, 2012

Kinda Makes You Wanna Go Home

Joe South died of a heart attack yesterday. He was a great songwriter and performer. I was lucky enough to meet Mr. South around 1985 when I was working for a local television station.

The program director was a huge country music fan. I will call him Cowboy Hat Bob because he wore a big cowboy hat over his bald head even though he was from Maine. Cowboy Hat Bob decided that Atlanta was a big country music town. This was only true for the suburbs where our station’s signal didn’t reach. For months Cowboy Hat Bob hosted a country music show that generated miniscule ratings and no money while he ignored the station’s urban music show that brought in huge ratings and advertising dollars.

On the plus side, Cowboy Hat Bob interviewed some great country music performers. The best was Joe South. Cowboy Hat Bob hooked up with Joe at a suburban country music club. He brought Joe to our station in the city for an interview. Joe showed a gruff charm as he mumbled through a congenial interview. After the interview, he sang a few songs. This was where he shined. It was just Joe with an acoustic guitar singing “Games People Play” and “I Never Promised You A Rose Garden.”

It was great and at the end of the day, we said goodbye to the great Joe South.

But Joe South wasn’t ready to say goodbye.

A few days later, he showed up unannounced and said he was ready to videotape some more songs. If need be, he was willing to be interviewed again. Cowboy Hat Bob didn’t have the heart to tell Joe that his moment in our station’s very small sun had passed. We set up the studio and let Joe sing some more songs. Cowboy Hat Bob interviewed him again. I don’t remember if we even ran tape that day. I know he never appeared on Cowboy Hat Bob’s show again.

But Joe South still wasn’t ready to say goodbye.

He became a regular at the station. Most days he hung out in Cowboy Hat Bob’s office. If you walked by, you would see Cowboy Hat Bob busy at work, while completely ignoring Joe who was busy staring off into space. When Joe finished examining the air, he would wander about the station. We admired him too much to ask him to leave. He never got in the way. He was just there.

Then one day Joe stopped showing up. I guess something finally made him wanna go home because you know all God’s children eventually get weary when they roam.

Friday, July 13, 2012

Chicken Wing Conspiracy 4

This is the last strip I did in this series.

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Chicken Wing Conspiracy

I played around with a comic strip idea called "Chicken Wing Conspiracy." It didn't have any chicken wings. None of the characters even mention chicken wings. I just thought it was a funny title and I worked on this strip about the same time Hillary Clinton was talking about the Right Wing Conspiracy. The strip was like "Trots and Bonnie" in that it centered on a woman and her talking dog. I know the dog's name was Buddy and I believe the woman's name was Sally, but that can't be right. Buddy and Sally is too Dick Van Dykeish. I only did a few of the strips before I ran out of steam.

Here is the first one I did.

Sunday, May 20, 2012

Excuse me while I punch this guy.

My wife and I were at the Tunes from the Tombs music festival at historic Oakland Cemetery. The last performer of the day had wrapped up his set and we were chatting with our friend S. A woman walked up to the three of us and asked me if I would step to the side with her because she wanted to ask me a favor. I stepped to the side with her, but my wife and S followed.

“I want to fake punch you,” the woman said.

“Okay,” I said.

“I’m not really going to punch you,” she assured me.

“Why?” my wife asked.

“Yeah, why?” asked S.

I didn’t ask her why. Oddly enough, I didn’t care. She wasn’t really going to hit me, so I figured what the heck. Go for it.

The woman tried to explain how she wanted to do this fake punch and how I should react while she was also trying to explain to my wife and S that she was doing this to make another woman feel better. The woman had been sitting behind us during the show with two women and one guy. It seems one of two women had gotten her heart broken by a guy with a similar body type as mine.

“She loves these big beefy manly men,” the woman said. “A guy like you.”

“He’s not beefy,” said my wife.

I didn’t think I was beefy either, but I felt complimented anyway. The woman looked back and saw that her brokenhearted friend had walked off with the other woman in their group. My guess is the other woman was trying to console her. The guy in their group, who I should mention was not a big beefy manly man, but a medium build nice looking guy, was left sitting alone.

“Oh well, never mind,” said the woman.

Monday, May 7, 2012

Souvenirs 2

(graffiti on a brew pub's bathroom wall) 


"The 3 of us were so drunk."

"It's the kind of hotel that caters to lesbian couples with dogs. 
Which makes you wonder, what's with all the dogs?"

"I'm a Southern Patriot."

Souvenirs 1

I think of the sketches I do as souvenirs of the places I've been. I also like to keep words I find along the way. I have mixed the sketches and the words together. The pairings are random. The person in the sketch has no relation to the words other than I might have collected both the same day or in the same location. Other than that, they have no connection until now.

"Asheville is evil!"

"They're kind of like nature's LEGOs."

"The inner and outer thigh is ticklish."

(in reference to Adam Yauch's death) 
"At least it was cancer and not drugs."

Sunday, March 25, 2012

Monday, February 27, 2012

Blast from the Past

Talk about Deja Vu. You would be forgiven if you tuned into last night's Academy Awards and thought you were watching a rerun. Billy Crystal was host. Meryl Streep won an Oscar. Woody Allen won an Oscar (and as usual didn't show up). A black woman won best supporting actress for playing a maid. (Somewhere up in heaven Hattie McDaniel is saying "Say What?") A black and white silent movie won best picture. They even brought back the kind of big dance routine that bored us even when it was still somewhat in fashion, though this year they threw in acrobats courtesy of Cirque So Lame. My God, the set was an old fashion exterior of a movie theater which was long ago replaced by the multiplex theaters.

Maybe its a sign of the times. The Oscars is for the AARP crowd which I have aged into myself. Then again, perhaps I should be grateful that somebody is marketing to us aging baby boomers.

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Another Silly Biscuit Post

WARNING: This is another silly posting about my cat Biscuit that shows I pay way too much attention to him.

J and I decided that if Biscuit were an author, these would be the titles of his books:




Random Sketches