Wednesday, November 30, 2005

After flying in last night, I returned to the airport terminal this morning to tune pianos. The Sacramento Traditional Jazz Society provided the pianos and maybe the musicians.
At one point, a guy came by and put a quarter on the piano. An Ironic Tip! I thanked him, unironically. Posted by Picasa
This shelf in a customer's bathroom looks like an arranged still life. Posted by Picasa
Again from my reunion: Martha Toll, Mary Jane Smith D'Arville, and me. Mary Jane is famous in the harp world for her Virginia Harp Center, which she runs with her husband. She says, "My husband is perfect, except he's a Republican."
I told this story to Billy Aronson, and he commented, "...nothing wrong with him, except everything!" Posted by Picasa
On my last day in Philadelphia I decided to leave for the airport early and visit Emily and Rona at their jewelry studio. My mom came too; she loves jewelry. We were having such a good time that we stayed too late. My plane was to leave at 5:05 and I didn't get the train until 4:00. Fortunately, I met a great guy from New Jersey on the train who told me exactly where to go at the airport. Then when I checked my bags, the skycap said, "You're never going to make this plane unless I help you." He took me through the VIP line and cut in front of everybody (for which I gave him an extra $20.) I had at least two angels that day. Posted by Picasa
I was in Chicago's Midway airport for about 20 minutes, but made sure to get a Chicago hot dog. Posted by Picasa
The Upper West Side is quite expensive; yet there still is room for at least one really crappy car. Posted by Picasa
Eugene paid $19,000 for these speakers; before that, he had a pair that cost him $36,000. Posted by Picasa
A small part of Eugene Netzer's African art collection. Posted by Picasa
Eugene Netzer is the father of Robin Netzer, our Espresso Metro friend. He's lived in a rent-controlled 3rd floor walk-up for 30 years. His house is packed with books, records, African art, and an obscenely expensive stereo system. Posted by Picasa
Backstage at Lincoln Center, I ran into Sylvia, who I had played Peter Pan with in Stamford. Posted by Picasa
Amy Aquino, the distinguished stage, screen, and film actress, can touch her nose with her tongue. Posted by Picasa
Elaine and Diane also have a fine collection of Star Trek collectibles. Posted by Picasa
Some people have Christmas towns on their pianos; Elaine and Diane have Graceland. Posted by Picasa
Behind Elaine's drum set is a broken-down Elvis pinball machine. Posted by Picasa
Diane Ford and Elaine Lord use this system to remind them where there car is and when they have to move it. Posted by Picasa
Robin Johnson Miklatek, who went out with my brother in college and now is head of benefits for a Manhattan law firm. She looks and sounds like Paula Zahn. Posted by Picasa
I had lunch at the Edison Cafe (Polish Tea Room) with the harpist Laura Sherman, who I met playing Peter Pan in Stamford. She gave me a copy of Italo Calvino's The Baron in the Trees, which I highly recommend. Posted by Picasa
This is, playing in the New York subway. She is excellent! Posted by Picasa
Michael Evert made this Cheez-It box as a Halloween costume for his daughter. Posted by Picasa
My mom is "trying" to clean out her very cluttered house, but she still finds time to order things from Home Shopping Network and QVC. Posted by Picasa
This is a bathroom in a Philadelphia diner that has New Yorker cartoons reproduced on the walls. Posted by Picasa
I enjoyed my high-school reunion more than I had any right to. Sue Grill, at the right, last saw me about 25 years ago at a life drawing class: I was one of the models. She has lived in Atlanta for the last 25 years and has a charming Southern accent now. Her daughter told her, "Mom, you have to look hot for your reunion!" and helped her with her hair and makeup. On the left is Susan Unterberger. Posted by Picasa
I went to Philadelphia for my 30 year high school reunion. I was staying with my mother: we were looking for a corkscrew, and I opened the knife drawer. It was so full of knives that I could barely open it. "I'm not putting my fingers in there!" I pulled out this knife with a badly notched blade. "Mom, you should really throw this knife away." "That's my best knife!" she said. "It's German!" I said, "If you can't throw that knife away, you can't throw anything away." She paused, and then said, "You guys were the ones that ruined it." (Probably 30 years ago.) Posted by Picasa

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

From a customer's house. She is a state worker who has been in a doo-wop group, among other things. Posted by Picasa

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

Rachel is home for Thanksgiving! Here she and Liz (left) model the Hogwarts-style robes that Rachel made for going to the latest Harry Potter movie. Posted by Picasa