Biking down Powell in construction worker drag

 We were talking about the diminutive phrases people use on us sometimes and Olive reminded me of a good un. I was riding down Powell blvd. dressed in construction worker garb and riding a 10 speed. It's a dangerous street for bikes so i found that it was much safer to look like a hardhat who got a DWI than a bike punk clown. Anyhoo. at a stop a guy still recognized me. 

"Dango! Hey man. Where's yer little bike and yer little girlfriend...and yer little hat?" 

I thought "There is nothing little about anything you mentioned. All those nouns are larger than life." I just smiled, waved and kept going leaving that statement awkwardly hanging in the air. It was delicious.

Odd encounter today on nw Trendythird street.

Among the richest folks in town a broken, houseless, old gent was hobbling down the street and looking real bad. He looked like the wooden driftwood version of his former self. He hurled himself onto a portapotty on NW 23rd and as we passed i could hear "Opum da door!"

I ran up "You got it cousin, here ya go...hope everything comes out alright. But he didn't go in. He did some kind of gibbon swing down to the floor and began fishing around the drift papers and scum. He looked like a zombie cat pawing into a fridge. Then he pulled out a cylindrical object and smiled a huge toothless grin. He giggled loudly and hobbled off.

I thought it was a stogie. "Good for you gettn some toilet tobacco" I thought. But i was wrong. Olive's observation was better in this encounter. It wasn't a smoke...it was a whistle. The guy must have lost his thing while dropping the kids off at the pool. We are so glad he got it back. Looks like it made his day.

Very busy day. We took the boy to school, loved on my parents, loaded up and shot out across town to entertain thousands of people in the JR. Rose Parade.

 

It was exhilarating but taxing. Folks screamed our names the whole way and we worked hard to not disappoint them. I loved hearing people explain to others who we were every block. We were sandwiched between two marching bands. One playing Chicago "25or6to4" and the other was playing Boston "More than a feeling" I was loving that.

They gave Olive a giant #9 sign for her bike. I knew that wasn't our place in the mix. Turns out that was our exhibit number the tv news crew use to talk about our bios when we pass. Soon as it was over we lit out across town to be backstage-ists in a play.

A couple days ago Olive said "Hey this kids play is in peril. The director got the Covids and they need a show biz type to run stage right. Olive and these kids have been practicing a long time. I crunched the script and did my best to hit the cues and move the right stuff.

Today after the parade Olive and I again crunched the script to get me up to speed. Luckily the director tested clean so i no longer had to move props or curtains.

I actually got to play a part in the play. I was the Phone, doorbell and school dismissal bell. The play was written by an 8 year old and performed by herself and 10 friends for the parents. They did splendidly. I was delighted as I read along that all the kids.

They knew their lines for the most part. There were pages and pages of lines. I was impressed. I also liked that the script writer told a good story without rambling or overtelling.

It's the end of an era project for their kid group. Childhood in the can, they are off to JR. High. I just met most of them and I'm sooooo proud of them.

Glad my son and my parents got to spend the day together while Olive and I were fooling and not fooling around.

2022 clown bike ride

 

Adult dance party gig we are doing soon.

 

rain in the coffee

 Oh no! While i was waiting to leave i got some rain in my coffee. Now i get to find out what happens when ya get water in your coffee.