Mixed Drinks and Pussy

September 3, 2012

A few years ago I set up a camera and filmed myself pouring my favorite drink. Today I just finished editing and uploading a video of one of my nephews  first JV high school football games. As I signed in to YouTube, I saw that the video of me mixing a drink had been viewed 527 times! I know some of you are thinking “What’s the big deal?” Well, for me, 527 of anything is a lot. So I was happy but also confused. It’s not like it’s a cat video, though I have one of those too, but damn, 527 views? Thanks. Drink up.

I’m flicking back and forth between “The Mentalist” and “The Big Bang Theory” . I’m out of cigars, so I’m smoking a Black and Mild. As I stare at the cursor flashing at me, daring me to write something original, I catch a whiff of the little cigar. It’s sweet, pipe tobacco actually. Immediately, I think of my friend Steve. We spent hours in his basement office sharing stories, talking of books and movies and women. Steve always smoked Black and Milds. Fylo, his cat would jump from Steve’s desk to mine looking for attention. It seems so long ago, those care free days hanging with Steve and Fylo. Fylo passed unexpectedly in 2008 and Steve met a great lady and moved to South Carolina. I haven’t seen him in years, though I think about him often. After Fylo passed I made this video slideshow for Steve.

If you’re still reading the Blog, I miss you bro.

Make sure your sound is on.

Motor Cat

February 18, 2011

Years ago I saw a guy on a motorcycle parked near the Supermarket. His tank was covered with carpet, and sitting on the carpet, calmly taking in all the sights, sounds and smells was a big tabby cat. Motor cat. She had a little helmet on and the story I heard at the time was that this guy was flagged down on the beltway because there was a cat on his roof. He stopped and took the cat home. Every time he started his motorcycle the cat would jump up on it.

I found this post just screwing around with Google. I’m not sure this is the same guy or cat because I don’t remember the bike I saw being a race bike and of course the origin story is different, but it’s hard to believe there could have been two Motor cats in my area.


February 17, 2011

One of the oldest human needs is having someone to wonder where you are when you don’t come home at night. Margaret Mead