In Ann Arbor, a little off Pontiac Trail, there's a Morris Dance
session taking place. A little south of there, on Traver and just off
Pontiac Trail again, the Audubon Society of Washtenaw County is
holding a pot luck at the Leslie Science and Nature Center. All those
Ann Arbor bird watchers arose at five this morning to count birds for
Christmast. At the pot luck, they'll be announcing the bird count. At
the Ark, Riders in the Sky will be kicking off at 7:30 PM. As I
studied that event, I thought, "What a nice introduction to rockabilly
and The Ark that would be." We should not confuse these fine musicians
with the New Riders of the Purple Sky, who appeared at the Livery
Brewing Company in the New Territory Arts District of Benton Harbor,
Michigan. Past Friday, I think. How do I know all of this? Well, I
researched all of these events on ArborWeb.com this morning, when I
assumed my daughter would be sitting beside me in the Kia Soul at 5:30
PM. At least, I'll get to see her eat. I am not as well developed as a Shaolin Monk. I make really strange
faces when I get upset. I never did well in grade school fights
because my tongue always wound up out of my mouth, a vulnerability.
But the peaceful face of that Shaolin Monk as visitors are invited to
test his serenity with their toes, that eventually comes to mind and I
regroup. One of these days, I have to tell you about Harry Houdini,
who had a gimmick like that of the Shaolin. You could slug him in the
stomach and he wouldn't wince. It became his Achilles Heel. In
Detroit, on Woodward, at a building that now houses the Magic Stick, a
man came to Houdini's dressing room and asked to slug Houdini in the
stomach. Houdini agreed, but he didn't have time to tense up his
stomach muscles. The punch landed and shattered Houdini's appendix. I
think you can still find the door of the dressing room, and actors
visiting the Fisher Theater often ask for the tour. I'm more like
Houdini. I've got to make myself ready for the blow. On the other
hand, a Shaolin Monk wouldn't wine to his blog readers. The road talked softly to me from Perry to Waterford. I saw a Red Tail
Hawk perched in a tree overlooking the freeway through Shiawassee
County. Another man and his sedan ended up on the sloping shoulder,
and a police office had arrived, but not the tow truck yet. I noticed
quite a number of birds on the wire, warming feet. A little distance
off the freeway south, at Vernon Road north of Vernon, Michigan, an
ambulance still flashing its lights was parked in front of a two
bedroom ranch. The tracks of a car were visible in the snowy median
off I-75 South but I saw no signs of its extraction. Dark fell by the
time I reached the exit for Clarkston and the Dixie Highway. The Kia
Soul has a 12 gallon gas tank, so even at 30 miles to the gallon, it
only has a cruising range of 360 miles. I'll be calculating my Miles
Per Gallon before I fall asleep. I will not drive home tonight. Maybe
I'll knock at my sister's door, Facebook her first? She owes me a
favor. Leslie Science and Nature Center:
http://www.lesliesnc.org/ The Ark in Ann Arbor:
http://www.theark.org/ark_information.html Riders in the Sky:
http://ridersinthesky.com/ New Riders of the Purple Sage:
http://www.ridersofthepurplesage.com/ Ann Arbor Observer, now the ArborWeb, the great gift of my friend, the
Lavagnina:
http://arborweb.com/
session taking place. A little south of there, on Traver and just off
Pontiac Trail again, the Audubon Society of Washtenaw County is
holding a pot luck at the Leslie Science and Nature Center. All those
Ann Arbor bird watchers arose at five this morning to count birds for
Christmast. At the pot luck, they'll be announcing the bird count. At
the Ark, Riders in the Sky will be kicking off at 7:30 PM. As I
studied that event, I thought, "What a nice introduction to rockabilly
and The Ark that would be." We should not confuse these fine musicians
with the New Riders of the Purple Sky, who appeared at the Livery
Brewing Company in the New Territory Arts District of Benton Harbor,
Michigan. Past Friday, I think. How do I know all of this? Well, I
researched all of these events on ArborWeb.com this morning, when I
assumed my daughter would be sitting beside me in the Kia Soul at 5:30
PM. At least, I'll get to see her eat. I am not as well developed as a Shaolin Monk. I make really strange
faces when I get upset. I never did well in grade school fights
because my tongue always wound up out of my mouth, a vulnerability.
But the peaceful face of that Shaolin Monk as visitors are invited to
test his serenity with their toes, that eventually comes to mind and I
regroup. One of these days, I have to tell you about Harry Houdini,
who had a gimmick like that of the Shaolin. You could slug him in the
stomach and he wouldn't wince. It became his Achilles Heel. In
Detroit, on Woodward, at a building that now houses the Magic Stick, a
man came to Houdini's dressing room and asked to slug Houdini in the
stomach. Houdini agreed, but he didn't have time to tense up his
stomach muscles. The punch landed and shattered Houdini's appendix. I
think you can still find the door of the dressing room, and actors
visiting the Fisher Theater often ask for the tour. I'm more like
Houdini. I've got to make myself ready for the blow. On the other
hand, a Shaolin Monk wouldn't wine to his blog readers. The road talked softly to me from Perry to Waterford. I saw a Red Tail
Hawk perched in a tree overlooking the freeway through Shiawassee
County. Another man and his sedan ended up on the sloping shoulder,
and a police office had arrived, but not the tow truck yet. I noticed
quite a number of birds on the wire, warming feet. A little distance
off the freeway south, at Vernon Road north of Vernon, Michigan, an
ambulance still flashing its lights was parked in front of a two
bedroom ranch. The tracks of a car were visible in the snowy median
off I-75 South but I saw no signs of its extraction. Dark fell by the
time I reached the exit for Clarkston and the Dixie Highway. The Kia
Soul has a 12 gallon gas tank, so even at 30 miles to the gallon, it
only has a cruising range of 360 miles. I'll be calculating my Miles
Per Gallon before I fall asleep. I will not drive home tonight. Maybe
I'll knock at my sister's door, Facebook her first? She owes me a
favor. Leslie Science and Nature Center:
http://www.lesliesnc.org/ The Ark in Ann Arbor:
http://www.theark.org/ark_information.html Riders in the Sky:
http://ridersinthesky.com/ New Riders of the Purple Sage:
http://www.ridersofthepurplesage.com/ Ann Arbor Observer, now the ArborWeb, the great gift of my friend, the
Lavagnina:
http://arborweb.com/
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