Sunday, July 29, 2018

OUR DAYS HERE ARE NUMBERED

The week started at Kemble where the heat/drought was a real turkey. So, indoor work changed 202 handles, screws, and hinges from white to brown. Any better? Then a rare sight out on the bay --- a "rainbowt"...





Back in the city, storm clouds gathered and the rains finally poured, so much that the garage could be a wading a pool for the raccoons. Great to see the monarchs, even though they're on a one-way journey. The historic original 1928 house numbers are going to a museum. Our days here are now numbered at 36!





Just up the street was the biggest free outdoor music festival in North America -- the Beaches Jazz Fest, 30 years and counting. We haven't been here for a couple of years so there's new bands and evolution, such as dozens of food trucks. Churros, samosa, and nasi goreng on Queen Street! Dozens of bands from '30's swing to ZZ Top to Hispanic rap to crooners to brass to pan flutes to Irish spoons, to, to, to. Three nights of closed streets, 3 days of headliners in the park! Real urban fare.




Best In Show? On this corner, the happy thunder of T.Badu drums --- crowds of bobbing heads and tapping feet. On the other corner the exciting raw talents and driving beat of Free Label. These guys have fun from James Brown to Bruno Mars to their own stuff, and the crowds want it all. The Winner? --- Free Label!






This morning the Jazz Fest Run woke up the boardwalk. Hundreds of people who were bopping on the street last night were running it off today. 3 distances, all ages, babes in arms...



What a great 'hood to be back in. But look --- Pat's being shadowed...


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