Tuesday, August 31, 2010

September True *


That Cat!

He spends most nights in Rocky's trailer.
Apparently mine is too small for him.

A group sat on the porch Monday morning. Cat found a cute spot.
I asked Jim, "Exactly what would my cat have to do to get us evicted?"

He said that he does not really want him in his barn/house,
too many collectibles.
Naturally every chance he gets, cat tries to sneak in there.

Jim had his finished and ready hot rod displayed at the porch.

While we were chatting, getting ready to send Jim off on a journey...


A Ztops Fable; The Cat And The Cars

Well, once there was a charming cat born into this world

just to be Love and to be loved.

From the Publix parking lot he was chosen from 6 brothers and sisters.

Lady Love raised him and so… well… the love piece gets exponential.

Never the less, the two found their way to a forested hide-a-way,

cars and trailers and two fine gentleman.

The cat loved the cars with a passion he had ever known.

Alas this had to be kept secret for he knew the humans would not understand.

Similarly, the cars so loved the cat.

You see, although they had been appreciated, until cat arrived

they had not been fully and completely loved.

Ne'er a soul had bowed to the pedals and advanced a soft whiskery cheek along the edges,

so sweetly.

Ne'er a soul had pressed claws into the cloth covered cushions,

courting, calling, coaxing, ”Come closer…to me. ”

Ne'er a soul had lain upon the brow of the windshield watching wistfully the world,

breathing majestically into the metal, making love so subtly no one would notice.

Ne'er a soul had sniffed the wheels, drawing in a perfume to ignite the spirit

sending it spinning along a road of devotion, galvanized time,

wiggling whiskers, and fluffing fur.

And so the tale ends where it began…you having a key to my heart.

moral of the story; let love reign

Sunday, August 29, 2010







Saturday, August 28, 2010

Heganbuckle Lands For A Visit

Lookin' for trouble?

The face off...

Might as well... can't dance.


Sante Fe River

Well our canoe group looked at the weather channel and it did look thundery.
So the trip was canceled. Then Heganbuckle and I got... well... bored.
Onward we journeyed to the spring fed enchanted land... So let it rain...

Feeling The Love

This guy plays several different instruments.

Jim rolls his 1933 Ford out of the living room to create a space for the stage
and dance floor.

Just getting warmed up...

Jim's girlfriend Nancy, grooving to the music.

Arley on the drums.

Here is Jim greeting Kim. This woman can sing!

The boys are getting fired up.

They played for hours into the evening.
I stopped dancing long enough to make
some videos and take some pictures.

I said, "Jim do you know anyone who can help me put a string on my guitar?"
So he invited a few people over and they invited a few people
and I never did get my guitar strung. I danced until they quit playing.
In all the vibrational joy, everything felt right with the world.
Maybe the key is to dance and make music.
I'm going to keep testing that hypothesis.

Thursday, August 26, 2010


Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Wednesday Morning

I got to drive this beauty this morning. It gets between 40 and 50 miles per gallon.
Sounds like a cross between a motorcycle and a VW. So I learned Crosley was into radios
and even created Crosley Radio Corporation, had a station 'WLW', Voice of America(VOA)
and the Cincinnati Reds.
In 1942 under government contract, his broadcasting company built the VOA's international short wave radio transmitter facilities and operated with the classic promise"...We will speak to you about America and the war. The news may be good or it may be bad, but we will tell you the truth." He sounds like a very interesting guy, huh?

Where dreams are made true.

11 year old boy's dream is built.
I have noticed Jim changes engines like a woman changes hats.

Rocky captures Patrick and Angels first visit to the hideaway.
At the entrance, for security purposes, we use a devise to scramble his brain.
It worked, you can tell cause for a moment he leans on Jim's Roadster.
Thankfully, Jim is in the telling of a story and the crime goes unnoticed.

HEEERRREEE comes Angel. Have you ever tried to keep a five year old from touching
really cool cars? I am exhausted.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

The Ride

I joined the boys for a chat in front of the garage.
The mood was relaxed, the air strangely cool, no clouds in the sky.
Jim gets the feel,"It's a perfect night for a ride."
So they ask, "Have you taken 'The Ride' yet?"
I am a little confused and curious.
I gratefully accept the invitation, "Just so long as it's not the final ride."

Jim disappears into his house. I am noticing the picture has changed.
The noises have stilled. There is a strange vibe in the air.
It appears as though everything is waiting for something to happen.
I could feel it. The dog could feel it.
Then the sound of 1933 reverberating through the blue; the blue fenders,
the blue skies, the blue eyes that time has loved.

At this point the intellectual logical side yields to
a grand experience combusting it's way into our conscious convergence.
The ride takes us, completely.

Yeah, "Let's preserve this moment..."

Secret roads that have evaded modern maps reveal a passage,
slipping through realities and riding on them like waves.
The faces wear grins that are stuck in awe at this humble adventure.

Rocky and Nappy share the 'rumble seat' and a drink.

Deeper in we travel. It seems the roads were made to loose and confuse
the mental monitor. Yes, uncharted territory not what I had previously imagined.
Trust me... twas truly beyond.

Giant oaks guard a hidden house.

Then we arrive at the next hidden house.
Serpents congregate on the porch enjoying the aroma of stale rat.
In the following hours we tumble through a vortex unharmed and slightly amused.

Our ride carries us home upon the dimly lit roads
that hint at the vibrational truth of a reality bending
Good Night.