Adventures with Dr. Lady Cutie Troublemaker

After a loud storm last night, Christmas Day ended up being pretty darn mellow. Just me, mom, dad, and the three dogs. Mom loved the gift I got her, a framed picture of Winnie, her cat that died recently. And Dad loved his univeral pot lid! My main gift was that beautiful sofa, but I got a few other things: I Like You by Amy Sedaris, the new Jamie Oliver cookbook, some lovely scarves from Peru, and a stamp with my name on it from China. In the afternoon, we watched Little Miss Sunshine, then later headed over for a dinner with local friends.

In this last minute of the day, I wish you a nearly late MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Been meaning to post this for a while…

Dear Abby,

This is a club/place/hangout outside Summerville, GA. Folks can come here and do their karaoke thing and dance. You can, too.

Please join us.

Al

You remember how my Dad’s blog is called 3 Old Men? You probably wondered who those other two old (quieter) men were. Well, one of them is Al. Al is quite a character, and he can deadpan a room into giggly fits lickity split. He also happens to be an amazing photographer who documented the civil rights movement. NPR did a piece on him today called “Al Clayton: Chronicler of America’s Poor and Hungry”. We’re all read proud!

Make sure you listen to the interview. I’m real annoyed they only have it in Real Audio format. I’m working to convert to another format so you don’t have to get that player. Any suggestions in this pursuit are much appreciated.

While I’m talking about Al, I’d like to share a picture he took in the 80’s of RuPaul. There is a massive version of it at his home. RuPaul actually went to my high school before I got there, and I remember him looking like this. I actually remember seeing him at a civil rights march in Cumming, GA looking just like this.

And while I’m at it, a little video:

So I just walked out of the bathroom in our hotel room, and Veronica and Dan are standing there both backed against the wall giggling. I inquired what on earth they’d been doing, and apparently, they just knocked on the window and mooned some guy walking past. Just a second ago, Veronica said, “My butt’s cold from the glass on that window.” Guess they really did it with gusto!

This is for all of my Atlanta friends, especially us intowners who learned to drive on the fastest roads in the country. This is an example of radical civil obedience. Yes, I said “civil obedience.” It’s a wonder these kids didn’t get killed! I saw a picture of this event on Rocketboom a few weeks ago, but I had no idea it occurred in my home town, on the perimeter, no less (that’s I-285, the ring road that goes around Atlanta, separating what’s cool from what’s moderately cool! To be really cool, you have to go inside the city limits!) I am completely impressed!

Thanks to Rachel in Memphis for bringing this to my attention. Hi, Rachel! {waves}