somebody's backyard

 - in North Sarasota.

social-sexual communication

Late Friday afternoon 'get-togethers' in Siesta Village.

 

home construction

Ghostly and ghastly.  A new 'John Cannon' home on our street corner.

engineers

I met Eric up at the North bridge. Eric is an engineer with the City of Sarasota and he was just finalizing the drilling under the Intercoastal Waterway, for a large utility pipeline to be connected to the main-land. Ahead of schedule, he was so proud of his equipment - the Vermeer drilling rig - and for the city's available use of new technology. While using a combination of equipment, and a GPS cable system - Eric was a week ahead of schedule. After drilling 72 feet under the waterway - and after some 1200 feet of tunneling - he had that smile on his face.

I had been walking my dog - and 'Knuckles' spooked by the all heavy equipment - had broken off of his leash, and after all that commotion, this final scenario gave me the opportunity to just - stop and talk.

orishas (saints & deities)

Going out at night at a certain age, even for a pack of cigarettes, seems to get harder and harder. It's good to have a close protectorate friend at hand - a St. Christopher, a Jewish 'golem', a Kachina doll or possibly even a dyed rabbits foot. And for some, an exotic air freshener, hung from the mirror can help fight those unknown and uncertain certainties.

But for me, my Tinker Bell (velcroed to the dash) - will always get me there and back.

two legged stool

My outdoor seat - where I often take in the the world.

Gettin' out of town

Been feelin' kinda rough lately.  I've been riding - goin' out of town - and seeing what other folks are up to.  Stopped briefly, east of Floral City, and listened to some 'outside' country music. Occasionally, it's good to get out'a Dodge.