Bob and Zachery, Grease lightning and the Green Sweater.

The Green Sweater

Living on the east coast in Rochester New York as a Home Health Aide was challenging work. I went into strange homes with new family customs that I had to learn and respect. I experienced diversity and listened to the stories of mostly older patients.

The family owned a Chinese restaurant. During the afternoon while the family was working, I took care of the matriarch. A mother who had a stroke. I did all I could to make her life as comfortable as I was trained to do. I collaborated with the nurses and physical therapist that visited once a week.

This lady was a rock on what she wanted. She would often hit me. I would let her know that was not appropriate. We would battle it out sometimes. Yet overall, I knew she liked me. I enjoyed her company too.

Her sons brought me a meal from their restaurant for lunch every day. I love Chinese food, so it was an incredibly special treat. Sweet and Sour Pork, lots of greens and noodles.

I was not use to the freezing weather and snow. Living on the west coast my whole life I found driving on black ice especially scary while driving to the home of this family who lived out in the country.

As the patient got better, she no longer needed my service. The day I left this strong woman gave me a gift. She would not take no for an answer and gave me a lovely Asian green sweater with lovely buttons. They were round and covered with a type of enamel with little designs.

I loved it and so when I traveled back home to California it was one of my prized possessions.

I ended up in Santa Cruz California. One night while I went out with my man, I had one too many Grease lightnings. The bartenders at the Poet and Patriate Pub were supplying us with many a pint. Bob and Zachery combined Amestein Lager with Guinness. We coined it “Grease lightning” because once served you had to power it down.

A big biker dude came up to my man and asked,

“Hey John why do you two power down your brews?”

John just smiled and then we walked over to play some darts.

On one of our many adventures playing darts with the local community of poets and patriots, or a few pirates, I got suckered into a conversation with an incredibly sad lady. She was cold on St Paddy’s Day and was not wearing green. I was wearing my green sweater, with green shirt and green shoes. I had plenty of green on. So, I said she could wear it a little while to warm up. The night went on and as I left to the lady’s room when I came back, she was gone and so was my lovely green sweater. I even told her my green sweater story story.

As we left that night to walk home, I heard one last song playing from the pub. One of my favorite Irish tunes. So, I danced the jig in the parking lot next to the pub. Then out of nowhere I swear a large Leprechaun danced awhile with me. We laughed and danced.

Around 1991 John and I sure did have some good nights at that local Pub in Santa Cruz. Wherever the green sweater is I hope whom ever has it is enjoying it’s beauty and warmth.

Rock Fight Curated By Timothy White

The event was a dualistic creative assembly of many works from photographers

 

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Carlos Palomino In Training by Theo Ehret. and Mike Ness by Edward Colver

rock fight

Been staying local for some time but territorial pissing can be a drag, so tonight was a dash to do something different on a whim. An invite, art and continuity of friendship aroused those taking a risk feelings again. Yes the 101 was heavy with traffic at 5:30 PM; but we could use the extra time for finding a place to park. Easing the stress with a pint before the event is always a reasonably social thing to do. So around the corner was a delightful Pub with a kind-hearted giant bouncer hanging outside the door.

Guinness will do thank you or maybe a Firestone.

We arrived there early but the rats from the press smelled the cheese first. When we came back to the event a bouncer was courteous and remembered us.

A Pub is where the heart is...in case you lost yours !!
A Pub is where the heart is…in case you have lost it…

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George Foreman Training for The Rumble In The Jungle by Theo Ehret and Iggy Pop by Ebet Roberts.

The photography was large, clean, and in your face. The general motif was a compare and contrast between boxers and musicians. The event was a dualistic creative assembly of many works from photographers. The building was rather small but was filled to the rim with a mixture of all ages; video cameras and technology galore with the usual turned up nose.

A rip current moved towards the host of this event.

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Henry Rollins by Hudley

I must admit after all these years it was a goal of mine to shake his hand and give him a hug. A couple of synchronicities happened recently to inspire this need; a picture of him smiling and a lonely article in the local LA Weekly rag.

Hedgemon Lewis and Armando Through The Ropes by Theo Ehrel and Elton John by Berrie Wentzell
Hedgemon Lewis and Armando Through The Ropes by Theo Ehrel and Elton John by Berrie Wentzell

The heart the host lacked must have been misplaced, even though he gets credit for being accessible.

The broken heart of Punk Rock..
Sid Vicious By Bob Gruen, Dallas circa 1978.

I watched as youngsters bathed in his lecturing discourse like he was a professor of something. I gave him a hand shake and hug. He didn’t seem to understand that the images on the wall were all from 25 something years ago just like both of us. The heart the host lacked must have been misplaced because the bouncer at the pub around the corner had heart. He glowed with integrity, muse and love. Yes lost by the host of this event.  Too bad because overall we had a great time. I am getting a taste in my mouth for another event like this one…soon.

Mil Mascaras The Original Luchadore by Theo Ehret and Debbie Harry/ Pink by Bob Gruen
Mil Mascaras The Original Luchadore by Theo Ehret and Debbie Harry/ Pink by Bob Gruen

All images of this event are changed to black and white for this layout only, the original images are full color. (Except for my image)