1:16 pm

where to begin?

Where to begin?  It's been so long.  Life, as usual, sometimes gets in the way of passion...

I shall start, I guess, by dropping yet another pebble into the waters to see where the rings and ripples find their destinations.  Changes are coming, I do grow old, the filters protecting life do slowly rust and fade away.  One less backup, I suppose.

But this is not an essay of regret, fear, or longing.  To quote yet again, T.S. Elliott's Prufrock, I have found myself pinned and wriggling on the wall, spitting out butt ends as we all do from time to time.  Rather it is time to murder and  create (purhaps butchering wood is more appropriate, let's not get overally dramatic!)

I shall resume rummaging through peoples garages, Amish sheds, and backyard woods looking for "unattractive wood", as someone once wrote about my stockpiles, in an attempt to mold and shape it into something "wonderful" as brother Michael used to say.  It should be fun.

In the coming days and weeks I will try to catch up with some of the events of life:  a new shed, a fun barn cave, an upcoming garden shed, bottling Jesse's wine, fun stuff.

Until then, have a Merry Christmas...

Pat


1:15 pm

Hank

Patrick J!  How about a cold beer?

__and so it was with my friend, Hank Haden, that, and his easy laughter, constant optimism and great brisket, let’s not forget the brisket.

Who knew that the day we met in an unlikely patch of woods on the outskirts of The Woodlands, Texas, he in his Volkswagen Rabbit, me with big plans, that it would begin a beautiful friendship, and become part of the namesake of my artistic endeavors?

For many years we dreamed, schemed, won a few battles, lost a few more, over many a cold beer and BBQ at diners, dives, and drive ins, that would make Guy Fieri jealous.  That’s the way it was with Hank, always a sunrise, never a sunset.  New dawns, new horizons, which ironically was the title of a graduation speech I made lo, those many years ago.

Sunrises meant new opportunities, new challenges.  Sunsets were made to enjoy with a cold beer, good food, good friends and family_that’s the way it was, that’s the way it is…

Great memories of a great guy, and my friend.