RAINY WEEKEND

Although this weekend was filled with rain , we managed to get in 30 miles today (Sunday).
The Quarter was fresh and clean, a lot of the usuals were working the Jazz Fest.
I didn't get down there until about 10:30 so the restaurants were cooking lunch,
boy what great smells did I enjoy.. I took a few pictures of my favorite subject, (me).
One is me in front of the Cabildo, one is me in front of the Steamboat Natchez, and the other is me having a drink at the horse trough. What a great place to live. The weather was perfect and my legs were chugging.
I think I may have been a Pirate in another life and that's what draws me to the quarter.
No doubt I try to "live out the box" even though at this point in life the box walls are higher than I can scale. As I get older the walls get higher .
I just realized last week I can't grow up to be Ernest Hemingway. Why Not ?
I guess we all make those dashes for a lusty adventure and try to grab pieces here and there
and feel pretty good about our trips out the box, PaPa Hemingway lived it every minute, every day, every place, what a guy, what a pirate.
I want to be a character in a Jimmy Buffet book, a line in a Tennesse Wiliams Play, a verse in a Beatles song, a stanza in a Phillip Suza march, and a guy on a bike that thinks he's all that.
Where's my ship?
later,
captain gary

It's spring....

Yes it's Springtime,
The air today, once reeking of catastrophe, now carries the hope of pollen and seed,
the fruitful aroma of flowers, and the freshness of a clear new day. .
Spring does it to me, it washes all my winter sins, troubles and woes.
I rode 50 miles last weekend ,30 miles this weekend and about 30 during this week.
As the sun stays longer I am equally eager to embrace the beauty that's here in spite of our houses , roads, buildings and the tons and tons of cement we've cruelly mixed in an effort to paint gray the green beauty God gave us to smell, roll in and gaze and graze upon.
There's something about raging endorfins that make the natural world slap you around and attack your senses till your senseless. Makes you say, dammmmm, why didn't I see this before.
Don't stop and smell the roses, touch them, smell them, examine them, live them, for tomorrow there may be a piece of cement there instead. .
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The "Patrol Boat River" you see me next to is about 3 blocks from where is originally was, it moved from the Naval Reserve station to the Seabrook Bridge.
You have to guess who took the picture.
I've been looking for a picture that tell the whole Katrina story in one picture, I haven't found it yet but I found two that are close. One is a statue of Virgin Mary on a Balcony so she don't drown, looking down to the street, and the other is a boathouse apartment, painted on the edge of the floor is, "for sale , needs some work , slight water damage", the fact is there is nothing behind the wall, it's all gone.
keep peddling
later
gary