a favorite old song…1988 performance .
.’Things are gonna be much better if you only will ‘
Many years ago I lived in Annapolis Maryland for 2 years. As a West Coast native, the East held surprizes for me, mainly the sense of history. I actually met a direct descendant of Miles Standish !
In Annapolis the focal point of the old town was the docks area of the harbor and surrounding old-town emerging from that. I was unaware at the time of the significance of the docks being the site the auctions of the humans captured in Africa and transported to America for slavery. One such person was Kunta Kinte, sold into slavery in 1767 with the others, at the dock of my town.
But when I was there ‘Roots’ hadn’t happened yet.
Also interesting to me was the fact the the Contintental Congress had meetings in Annapolis (for a time the nation’s capital) to draft the Declaration of Independence. They sometimes met at the Maryland Tavern, now known as Middleton Tavern, which has been in continuous operation since 1750.
It blew my mind to realize I was walking on the same brick street that Benjamin Franklin had walked so long ago ! (and Thomas Jefferson & George Washington as well). I’m a big fan of old Ben, for his many talents and sharp wit…basically a smart-ass! I’d read that the other guys wouldn’t let him write anything because they feared he’d slip some veiled smart-assiness into the official documents. . . they had his number. hahaha
I love this thing, I laugh every time..
the kitty’s name Gizmo, in the shoebox with his funny face
Don’t Touch It Kitty (20 seconds) ..……………………………………………………………………………………………………………..
Long, long ago when I was in high school, and learning to drive ::: there was a certain Saturday when my boyfriend of the time was supposed to pick me up to go to the Renaissance Fair.. but after I’d taken a psychedelic substance in anticipation of the occasion, he phoned me to say we couldn’t go after all, because of car trouble.
So there I was, high at home.. and my dad said — ‘well then, a perfect opportunity for a driving lesson’. A bit of panic ! Who wants to go practice-driving with their dad when they’re high on LSD ? ! I tried begging off but he said ‘GET IN THE CAR, NOW!’ And so I went, a relatively inexperienced new driver, trying to be ‘normal’ while high on acid, driving in the car with my dad. . yikes !
But surprizingly it went ok –I pretty much kept my mouth shut and I didn’t drive up a tree or anything! (and by the way–on a stick-shift.) My dad never knew I was spaced out on acid that day. . . so now these many years later it’s a funny memory…
(for info : I haven’t partaken in that substance for many, many years since then)
Yeah.. it was kinda like this !