Sunday, July 21, 2019

a night out with - the Westcoast Gospel Chorus

Way uplifting.  An always upbeat, Bishop Henry L. Porter's - old fashion gospel "love connection".  The Westcoast Gospel Chorus (choir) founded 50 years ago today, celebrated this night tonight, with a momentous golden anniversary.


Early arrivals outside of Sarasota's Westcoast Center and chapel.





Nate Jacobs, opens it up with, "Oh Happy Days"





Bishop Henry Porter, with an old gospel standard, "Sign Me Up"




Sister Lori Fordham's big voice, put the congregation on their feet.




Sister Elaine Mayo, swaying, spreading the rhythm





Sister Alma Lavender, joyous





A soulful, Roger Blue



Sister Bessie Pitts




A congregational request.  A blessing and prayer for a young Wesley, suffering from seizures





A very still Wesley, at the front of the stage, absorbing the deep prayer from Bishop Porter





Bishop Henry L. Porter - a final reaching out (through prayer and song) and life's celebrations ......







Tuesday, July 16, 2019

neighbors

Marian passed away a month ago, at nearly one hundred years of age. In our 25 years as neighbors, she and I had only once, had one encounter. She was that neighborhood celebrity of sorts, a true recluse, rarely appearing in daylight - and living behind a mass of unkempt overgrowth, a jungle, in a darkened house un-seeable from the road.

In a very rare sighting about 10 years ago, Knuckles and I were headed out our side gate, when I spotted what I thought was her in the near distance. Dressed in a gown and old bathrobe, Marian was at her mailbox, yet hadn't noticed our approach. Then suddenly looking up, without warning, she starting screaming as loud as possible, "HELP, HELP.  There's A Dog, HELP - PLEASE HELP".  We tried, but couldn't console her in any form, so we both turned back, headed home. Everyday since, while walking past that same mailbox, Knuckles and I both stop, turn to look, and wonder what could be down that darkened driveway, and in that unforeseen house.

Directly across the road from Marian's property is a newly constructed custom home on 1 1/4 acres, with nearly 18,000 feet of living area - and two years in the making. This new, young family are almost as reclusive as their neighbor Marian, but in a more troubling, and arrogant way. (Rumor has it, that the house was built all with cash). There's supposedly a central American connection, but again it's all neighborhood talk. My one-and-only encounter with the new homeowner, the father, was him roaring past me at my mailbox in a black Lamborghini. And me, as I saw him come roaring, having to lean back away from the road. Their new monument, as seen from across our shared lagoon, also appears darkened - rarely a light on.  Rumor again, and apparently true - it's their second home.


After Marian's recent death, her family appeared from out-of-state, did an extensive property clearing and major yard clean-up - and posted by the road, a simple, hardware store type, 'for sale' sign.



 



Finally, a cleared street view of "The (fabled) Gables" where out-of-state family members are preparing for a sale.





The new neighbor's property, directly across from Marion's old home, have incorporated the latest in high-tech security - where cameras are discreetly hidden in the trees and a consistent, blinking monitored gate, uses a highly secure video 'call' box. No one that I know of (from our neighborhood) has ever spoken or met with the family. This past Spring, this large custom-built home facing out onto Robert's Bay, again well hidden from the street view, quietly went on the market - and now, is listed at 16.4 million dollars. The highest ever recorded on Siesta Key.







Thursday, July 11, 2019

tooth extraction

After an unsuccessful root canal, and a year later, Apicoectomy surgery, my then Endodontist recently diagnosed an ongoing problematic tooth (from his early attempted procedures) as, "having never properly healed".  So, next came the expected recommendation - the "extraction".

My new found Oral Surgeon, Dr. Peter Kaufman's office, scheduled the extraction for after Kaufman's return from holiday vacation. And funny today, when we met - that 'Dr. Kaufman' - was a dead look-a-like, a physical fit, as to my long-time buddy, the photographer, Eric Kroll. And during the extraction (both being New Yorker's with a voice) he pushed and pulled heavily, and leaned hard on top of me - so much in my face, that I felt his large chest against me with heavy, heavy breath.

After (and thankfully over) - and in return, as what I occasionally would do with my friend 'Kroll' - I slapped him hard on the back as from a good job, which made him laugh, while smiling big.


the X-Ray - (upper rear molar # 3 with the visible roots)





the 3D CT scan





Syringe with extra Novocaine, some dental probes, tools used for smoothing out the exposed bone -  foreceps and scissors for the stitches.





the pliers, 'extractors' (don't know what else to call them) that you can put your whole weight into.