This is the morning report from Mayberry by the sea....I have this thing that happens to me all the time.....someone I know who I have not seen in a long time will randomly pop into my head and within 24 hours i will run into them or have contact with them in some form......this has happened twice last week and this morning it happened again......I once did a portrait of a bulldog named Isabella Rossalini ....I was thinking of that portrait last night...that lead to me remembering her role in Blue Velvet with Dennis Hopper....and this morning I turn on the TV and Isabella Rossalini is being interviewed on the Morning Joe Show on MSNBC......an interview that required no crunchy cereal to drown her out......but as soon as her segment was over a bowl of frosted flakes was needed to drown out the inhumanity of mankind with the news of the day.....a massacre in Mexico...crunch crunch crunch........a bloated politician doing a sell job...crunch crunch crunch.....the polar vortex moving down into the continent bringing frigid weather...crunch.....cru......c......my Frosted Flakes went soggy but it didnt matter....my hard work this summer spackling the cracks in the studio and my new A/C unit with heat is doing the job brilliantly here at the Chateau Debris.....the Chateau Debris is joining the new millennium just like the crazy ass artist that lives in it.....today I will open up a new Email address since I forgot the password to the one I opened up this summer after sending my first Email....why?.....because I rode my bike to the new Sullivans Island Elementary school this morning and volunteered to help with the art dept.....which requires an Email address....a background check and so forth......what I saw of the school was very impressive and a far cry from when I went there as a kid.......I hope they dont check my record when I was a kid there when I was a cross between Papillion and Cool Hand Luke...always trying to escape school grounds.......often caught red handed by Mrs Mallard in the dunes or the beach...or feeling my way through the musty pitch black darkness of the Civil War forts that surround it.....they paddled me there.....pinched my earlobes and lead me around by my ear....did the milkshake maneuver and shook me....slapped my hands with a ruler....made me write I will not leave school grounds 500 times on paper......put me in detention...turned me over to my dad...........but they never broke me....... deep down I am still that kid and I am lucky that I see the world through the lens of my inner child......I dont care if I look like Old Man River....my grey mane of hair and the lines on my face are a badge of wisdom....my crook up body needs work but that is Ok too........ just as long as I am young inside......Mayberry by the sea......where time stands still along the broken coast.....
Posted on: Mon, 10 Nov 2014 15:52:59 +0000
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