a windy stormy morning brings the best out of ella. most of my senses are diminishing as i get older. her sense of smell must be that of an aged sage. she examines each breeze and leaf for its history and determines its past. lewis and clark would have been helped by her expertise. its just their journey would have taken an extra fifty years. she doesnt want to miss anything. as i stand next to her this morning searching through the various seasonal changes, i can envision lewis and clark going west with a couple of dogs on leases rather than all that other stuff. last night leo was going through all the events at the hall and his baseball schedule. the ball clubs winter convention is the same weekend as the jazz weekend at the hall. he was smiling as he read the list of musical guest performers for the jazz weekend. he will try and split his time between the two. he is looking forward to meeting the new manager of the baseball club. i asked about the previous one who was fired but seemed to have done a good job. leo said something about having watched so many games he could see flaws in his ability to run a game. he was a good influence on the players and got things in the right direction but decisions during the actual game were questionable. plus he was a nice guy but kinda of a dead fish. an empty smile. this new guy will bring fun back to playing a game. it is a game and people need to remember its amusement. i said something about everyone seems to take everything so seriously these days. i quietly pointed in vitos direction who was busy in the drawing room. leo whispered that if he only lightened up and stop lecturing folks about how much they dont know about art and the politics of the business of it all ,people could actually enjoy the beauty of his work. ella moved closer. i replied that he will realize that after only when folks start to shrink away once he starts going on and on. now he mostly deals with captive audiences at galleries or bars. leo shook his head. as much as he goes on about his theories, the biggest one to occur to leo, is that folks forgot how to just listen and evaluate what they are hearing. it hit me then that that is what leo does best. at the ball park, the hall, library, grocery store, he is a avid listener. a rare penny in a hand full of change. ella sat up looking for some form of recognition. yes, you both are quite the pair of half crazed social detectives. then we scatter as we hear vito yelling at someone on the phone.
Posted on: Thu, 06 Nov 2014 14:28:40 +0000
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