Showing posts with label Local color. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Local color. Show all posts

Friday, June 5, 2009

Local Color




This sight was parked outside of Firefly today, and it made me smile.  It made my grin a little wider knowing  what I know.  What I know is that this umbrella, along with about three others, used to sit outside of our local pool hall that serves about a thousand chili dogs a day.  It is a local institution.  The pool hall is painted Oscar Mayer orange, and if they actually used Oscar Mayer hotdogs that would be a good thing; I say that with love in my heart and hundreds of chili dogs in my gut, I do.  I know that the original owner, Joe thought these rainbow umbrellas were perfect and matched his freshly painted Oscar Mayer orange building to the tee.  What I don't think the "average joe" knows that to many the rainbow represents gay pride, and I certainly was not going to point out the symbolism because I loved it.   It was so bad it was good.  So I have been chuckling and smiling to myself for the last year or so on how opened minded our little local pool hall was and they didn't even know it.  Anyway, the pool hall recently changed hands, and  the new owner would not care if you were pink, purple,black,white, straight or gay, but he did realized that the rainbow umbrellas clashed just a little bit.  So he has obviously given them away to his loyal patrons and here it is being put to good use.  I love it.  Now I just wish that I would have grabbed my camera a little earlier, and embarrassed myself completely, by asking the twin sisters, southern californian beauties, sitting on the bench, texting their sister, who was in my store, to pose.  Who needs fiction when you have local color !

Saturday, May 30, 2009

Your Freaky Fan


I was leaving to go to work this morning and got into my wagon and started backing up, and I spotted Freddie walking down the street...Well I paused for a second because I was running late, but he was looking especially dapper today, so I whipped back in.  My husband knows me well, as he too had spotted Freddie and he met me at the door with the camera, and said "Just don't freak out Freddie, O.K?"  
"I'm not," I replied a little wounded, as I bounded back down the front porch stairs.  What could possibly be "freaky" about a red-head, pulling up in her VW station wagon out of the clear blue, and asking you if she could take your picture because she thinks you look snappy. ???
O.K.- You might have a valid point.  So I approached him a little more calmly, not really but I tried.  I asked him if I could take his picture again, because he was looking extra "spiffy".  Yeah, I used that word "spiffy".   Why are husbands sometimes right?  Why is my husband usually right?  Damn.
 Anyway,  without trying to be too "freaky" I learned that he was going to a funeral (sorry), that he is sixty-five and his birthday was on Valentine's Day.  Doesn't he look fabulous though?
So I apologize for being your "freaky" fan Freddie, but I am completely harmless. I will retire the word "spiffy" from my vocabulary too.  adieu. 

Wednesday, May 20, 2009


Dapper Dan or in this case, Freddie.

I have been fascinated by this man for years.  He is always dressed to the nine and now I am just angry at myself for not speaking to him earlier, like ten years earlier...He (Freddie)was so nice,soft spoken, with the biggest grin ever. Did I mention the twinkle in his eye? He has not seen the last of me. Now the questions will flow as I have ten years of great style and conversations to catch up on...Stay tuned until we meet again.  I am hoping tomorrow.