We got a pretty good snow storm yesterday. Naturally I had to drive to the airport so the kid could fly back to his 70 degree weather in Austin. Also both studded tires arrived this week and the storm couldn’t have been more opportune.
Putting on the tires was a frustrating task. Both fought back with every stud, but I finally got them installed. All this work took place in between football games. The English Premier League takes up most of my Saturday mornings. It’s not very good football, but it’s fun to watch. I did a fair share of profanities not only from the studded tires, but also the games. My wrist hurts from struggling with that last few inches of the tire install, and my ankle hurts from stomping on the floor when one of the teams I decided to support today, played stupid.
Studded Tires Installed on the Marin.
I decided to take the dogs for a walk before the inaugural studded tire ride and when I looked down the street the first thing that came to mind was, “Dam you, DPW. They did a great job prepping the streets before and clearing the streets after the snow. First time ever by the way. Last year it took weeks to get the streets down to pavement. Dam DPW. I’m going to bitch. I have a six mile ride into the city tomorrow for Yoga and am hoping that New Bedford keeps their low standard of clearing the roads in tact.
At least the trees have snow cover.
Owen and Lucy in the Snow from John Sullivan on Vimeo.
Second Time Around Last February the kid came home to 3 feet of snow. His visit this year was a bit better. It’s always better on the second time around.
It’s still snowing but we are anticipating good roads to the Providence R.I. airport in Warwick R.I. The people of Warwick are a bit perturbed that the airport in their city is called the Providence Airport. The conundrum is that we will be driving during the evening commute.
The kid spent a few days in Massachusetts and was lamenting the lack of snow. He visited last year and was hoping for snow and he got snow.
He lives in Austin, where it’s probably around 80 degrees, so this is a treat for him.
Last June he booked and evening flight out of Providence, there were not enough seats sold and the flight was cancelled. It was the last flight of the day so he had to fly out the next evening. He is due at work at 11 AM tomorrow, so a canceled flight could be a problem. We’ll see how the flight goes today
A friend posted a photo online about looking at her bike and not being able to ride. I countered with a photo of my bike getting prepped to be ridden.
Happy Happy Joy Joy
Located in Downtown New Bedford, Massachusetts, the Zeiterion Theatre is the last “old-time” theatre in a city that once boasted 17. Ground was broken on March 14, 1922 and on April 2, 1923, New Bedford opened its last new theatre in the city’s downtown area- The Zeiterion. Built for the “live performance of vaudeville”, it opened with Troubles of 1922 starring and written by George Jessel. The theatre did not meet with immediate success and by September 1923 it had closed briefly and reopened that month as the State, a silent movie house.
Five world premieres were held at the State. One notable premiere was the 1956 opening of “Moby Dick” complete with Gregory Peck in attendance.
Last night the Zeiterion Performing Arts center had a twin bill of The Record Company a Los Angeles based rock and blues band, and Trombone Shorty, a New Orleans, funk, jazz band.
“We know none of you know who we are, but thanks so much for the reception”.
That was the comment by the lead singer after the band realized they were a hit with the crowd. The Record Company had a limited amount of time as the opening act and they made the best of it.
The main even opened like an atomic bomb. It stayed that way for the next 90 minutes. Trombone Shorty is a high energy, New Orleans based, funk, jazz, crazy like no other, band. During the first couple of songs, someone would stand and dance or clap, and soon sit back down. Shorty noticed this happening and yelled into the crowd. “If you feel it, stand up and FEEL it”. After that, there were a handful of people in their seats and the energy running at 200%, picked up considerably. It was an intense night of rock and roll, funk and jazz which ended with an encore of Trombone Shorty and his band walking the aisles of the theater jamming like a New Orleans funeral procession.
TROMBONE SHORTY AT THE Z from John Sullivan on Vimeo.
A Bird, a Plane, You! Making the clouds disappear. Could it be a super power? If your confused, click the link for the explanation.
The Southeast Expressway in Boston on February 1, 2016 at 3:30 PM.
The kid was coming home for a visit from Austin. He was booked on an early morning flight to Boston via Chicago. More often than not, things happen to him. He wears the proverbial black cloud like a halo. Last time he came home there was 8 feet of snow on the ground. The time before that, his flight was canceled and he had to wait a full day for the next flight. Waiting to board his early morning flight to Boston via Chicago today, he was paged.
Millicent Library in Fairhaven, Ma with the Unitarian Building in the background.
A 6 mile ride to yoga class that is part of the New Bedford Wellness Initiative today. On the way to the Boys and Girls club, while climbing a hill, one of my pedals fell off.
I was walking the final half mile and came across a couple of old timers looking at a 1969 Camaro in a garage. I borrowed an adjustable wrench from one of these friendly strangers and made the repair. The pedals were installed a few short days ago and I was very conscious of putting is on correctly and tight.
YO! GUYS. PAY ATTENTION TO THE TEXT.
The problem was that it’s in two parts. The pedals came with adapters for different sized cranks. The adapter screws into the crank then the pedal screws into the adapter. I have no idea why this fell of because reverse threading on the left pedal insures that this doesn’t happen. (To most people). I’ll figure it out tomorrow.
The Daily Post. Asks. Post something Vibrant
It doesn’t have to show all the colors of the rainbow to be vibrant. But it should say WOW. This was taken by a friend, Peter Pereira
The Center of Fairhaven Ma. taken from the Unitarian church
A reunion of the retired pro and semi pro soccer players . It was at the Portuguese Sports Club in New Bedford, MA. Around 300 men were in attendance including a State Senator, the Portuguese Consulate, the man next in line for the Chief of Police position in the city to name a few. There were some suits in attendance but most of us were casual. Portuguese food is not conducive to white shirts and ties, because lots of food usually ends up on them. Continue reading
Back in the saddle on Cape Cod after the first blizzard of 2016
AFTER THE BLIZZARD from John Sullivan on Vimeo.