Goombay Festival, Asheville, Aug. 29, 2009

We walked in just ahead of the red-shirted percussionist. I remember him telling his wife, "If So-and-so isn't there I'm not going to play." Well, So-and-so must have been there, because he played.

Little by Little...

I'm figuring out how to make a good paella.

This one has shrimp and mussels that I bought at H-Mart in Atlanta.

Vicentito en Cherokee

Junior Hell's Angels, Mancelona Chapter, c. 1971

See, I've long dug bikes

Andrea, in concert

My piano teacher played her piece by Villa Lobos beautifully at the recital; she was in the zone and made it look effortless. Fall concert of the Asheville Piano Forum. Photo by Pavel Wlosok.

My Bedroom, c. 1980

Who can you identify?

We're Big in Japan

This is the article that came out in a Tokushima paper while we were doing the pilgrimage. I'm third in line, the dude with the helmet. For me, it was great that the Japanese found our doing the Shikoku pilgrimage on bicycles to be so interesting and newsworthy ... so much so that we were in the newspaper, on TV and on the radio. The day that it came out, I was walking through a hotel lobby; I was there to use the "onsen" or heated baths. A bunch of old ladies who were doing the pilgrimage spotted me, approached, and started peppering me with questions in Japanese. I didn't understand a word, but I felt like a rock star, which is a good feeling.