One year ago tonight we saw a famously funny show of Second City at St Charles Pheasant Run, and it was a complete gas. They never call on anyone from the audience, yet my son's pal J got called on stage for a long skit. It was so funny, and he says he was nervous, but you couldn't ever tell it from the video I shot. He played right along with the cast (the same cast as in this photo) and he had several extremely great lines himself.
Reflections from a hammock.
Shakespeare festival, impromptu for me,
Metered and practiced for them.
A bicycle, no petrol but my muscles,
A rucksack full of beer and reading.
Summer on Island Park, Geneva.
My dear kayaking friend, Gay, aka Trailmom, looking fine on the big water in a red Valley Nordkapp. The boat used to be mine, and I am delighted that Gay was able to buy it from me and give it a wonderful home. She is making fine use of it, making memories and having fun and being the wonderful outdoorswoman and kayaker that she is. A sweet reflection in chilly December.