Good Weekend to all!
And good luck to my cousin Whitney and our friends Tim and Lisa in today’s River Run, and all those participating. If I, in any way, liked to run I would be there with you - I HATE to run. Could I walk it next year? I can walk really fast.
THIS FOLLOWING REALLY HAPPENED - THIS IS A TRUE STORY!!!
When Kathleen and I first started dating each other one of our favorite places to go was the beautiful gardens out back of the Cummer Art Gallery on Riverside Ave. If you have never been, you owe it to yourself, they’re still there. It’s a cheap date.
Cheap, beautiful, and a great place to think, enjoy, a great place to simply spend some time.
Here’s a random thought - If you go somewhere and don’t spend all the time you had planned to spend - do you get change back? Is the extra time you gain only considered coinage in a jar by the door? Is it only another part of your budget, or is it a bonus?
I see it as a bonus, and what would I do with that bonus?
I would use that time to stop by Grassroots Market and get some carrot juice; it’s on the way home. Here’s a picture of their new outdoor patio -
Tres Parisian, Tres Chic, Tres Groovy.
I would love to take this time to say again how much I love my neighborhood - Riverside. She has come a long way since I moved here in 1980 - It’s the only area of town I think could live in.
There are parks - cafes - museums - art galleries - pubs - live music venues and wonderful restaurants, It is Jacksonville’s Paris,
BACK TO THE STORY -
This time, many years ago, while Kat and I were on one of our “cheap dates” we were also joined by a Hispanic family, a man and woman and their two young children. I don’t believe there where any other visitors at that time.
At certain times of the year Manatees will swim up into the St. Johns River for some reason, who knows what those Manatees are thinking. Just ask my good friend GratefulFred, he had one try to mate with his long board out at Huguenot Park. They’re a tricky bunch.
Our Manatees would come up to the bulkhead of the park and you could get a good look at them, talk to them, almost touch them - you could definitely see their name tags.
We were having a blast conversing with and, basically having a party with our gentle new friends. Then, just like that, they disappeared. How rude. Although, I might have offended them when I asked where their genitalia was.
I walked back up towards the museum to gain some ground to see if I could spot where out new friends had gone.
It worked. I saw them. I spied Kathleen and excitedly yelled - “I see them I see them - There’s one There’s one” all the time pointing at the river.
Enter Hispanic family, remember our hispanic family? They were walking along the river while I was noisily announcing my Manatee sighting. And by coincidence, as I pointed at the River and yelled “There’s one” The little boy in the family (five or six years old) lined up between my pointing finger and the River. From his viewpoint it looked as if I was pointing directly at him and yelling “There’s One!”
He turned white, not culturally, of course, but his skin tone. He had that look of “I’m gonna pee in my pants” as he ran towards the safety of his Dad. I felt incredibly wrong and stupid. Quickly, I ran towards the River still pointing towards the Manatee “See there’s one - there’s another River Cow” I wanted that family and especially that little boy to know what I was talking about. They figured it out and joined me at wall to look at the Noble Bovines of the Deep. They thought they were really cool too.
When I tell this story it’s always light hearted and funny and it always stops right there.
But, although it might be funny - it isn’t lighthearted - it’s sad - it’s heavyhearted. It’s funny for the wrong reasons. I’m not going to waste anyone’s time trying to explain why, either you know or you don’t. People make up their minds at an early age about these things. I sincerely hope I had no affect on that young boys perceptions or attitudes and if I did (you never know) it turned out to be a positive one.
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meet Andy Ward King, a professional musician and artist until a diagnosis of parkinons dsease at age 49 forced him into an early retirement., he now uses his music, his art along with the whimsical world he has created in this blog as therapy to ( as he puts it ) outsmart his brain and make the daily battles with parkinson’s a little bit easier, to give him that all important reason to get up on the morning, to make his life worth living. Andy has learned how to say NO to gving up \ NO to depression and apathy \ NO to following willingly the road of decline that stretches before him. he learned that to say no to all of these things all one has to do is say yes. Andy has learned to just say YES to life/\\