the bug man

Mike (the bug man) came this morning with his helper, Matthew.  First thing he asked me was, "You've been havin' trouble with ants?"  I couldn't believe it.  "How'd ya know?"  With his serious smile, he just off handily commented, "I can smell 'em."

"What do ya mean?"

"Nobody believes me, but believe me, I can smell 'em."

And there, outside, running all along the overhang, we had a ton of them little guys "trailing" everywhere.

running into old friends at the supermarket

Sandy and I had just come from her doctor, where she just had installed on herself, a portable 24 hour EKG monitoring system due to an ongoing health issue.  Stopping briefly at Publix Market for a few items, we ran into our old, old friend, Nancy.  It had probably been 15 years.

Both women just sat down and started to talk - while I shopped - which took me not more than 15 minutes.  So patiently, I went outside, smoked several cigs and paced. And, close to an hour later, we were finally on our way home.

Catholic celebration (a sainthood for two)

My wife, Sandy, is a devout Eucharistic minister serving with St. Michael's Catholic Church here on the island.  Today was her special day to celebrate the annual Sacred Heart of Divine Mercy - a very special place in her heart.  But, when I dropped her off for Mass, the focused attention was for the Catholic church's two newly canonized saints - Pope John the 23rd (from my childhood) and for the late, Pope John Paul (lovingly referred to as "Papa" in Latin America).

A somewhat controversial read, on my part, particularily after reading Maureen Dowd's op-ed, in her recent NYT's column.

Today's poster in front of the alter

a collection of heavy candles in the vestibule

Show & Tell

My wife and our good friend Rebecca, together decided, that they both wanted a personal tour of my latest exhibition (41 prints, the official opening being next month). So today we all went down to the county's Terrace Bldg. and did a walk and talk about. Nothing better than sharing. Sandy used her huge iPad to somehow shoot some photos - and somehow miraculously, there I appeared.

tourist season - finally over

Easter Sunday

Desperate, ran out of coffee.  I know it says liquors but, it's our same grocery store. Real hard start of the day, when you've run out of morning coffee.

Newtown's Centennial

A few days ago I attended the commencement for Newtown's Centennial. Growing up locally, Newtown was our own, often neglected and segregated, African-American community at the north end of town.

The 100th anniversary of it's founding is being celebrated this week. For it's opening day, a small crowd had gathered to pay tribute and allow for a little anecdotal story-telling, which I always enjoy.  In an editorial, in our local paper, the Herald-Tribune described the Newtown Community as, "A place where pride has overcome prejudice."

Newly installed plaques at Fredd Adkins Park.