Whoa, I didn't see this one coming. George Carlin's irreverent brand of biting political humor anchored our college years and was a mainstay of my generation's comedy consumption for, well, at least my entire lifetime. Absolutely nobody can replace him.
One of the dramatic, beautiful pieces in the John and Mabel Ringling Museum of Art in Sarasota. Imagine traveling all over Europe to purchase beautiful, ancient, rare and expensive art to ship home to your own museum.
Back in the day, the circus wagons rolled cross-country to bring entertainment to the people. Relics of that era are on display at the John and Mabel Ringling estate in a number of museum buildings. Above is a beast from the bottom of a wagon that transported caged animals.
Imagine going to work every day to be shot out of this cannon. See Mike in the background checking out an elaborate wagon.
That's Mike in the murky mist of Phantasmagoria: Specters of Absence, running until August 10 at Sarasota's Ringling Museum of Art. You can also see me in all my pitiful gloriousness, snapping this photo from the confines of my wheelchair.
Actually, navigating this large museum was a breeze in that wheelchair. Certainly better than hobbling around, lugging my broken foot in the heavy boot. The friendly guards talked me into using the wheelchair and they were so right.
The Phantasmagoria exhibit incorporates all sorts of interactive, murky, spooky effects that encourage visitors to become part of the "art." In this picture, you can see Mike seated on a metal cube in front of the big mirror. The cube shoots out a spray of fog periodically, straight up around the seated person. In the room before this one, strategically placed lights allowed visitors to create long, strange shadows on the wall for a frightening effect.
Hallie and her Aunt Sarah, above. I am going to dig out a photo of Sarah at age four. It's amazing how much they look alike. Sarah just got off work as a cake decorator and has a little icing smudged here and there.
Here we are, getting ready to order at Terre Haute's new Hilton Garden Inn, with a great menu and extensive dessert list. Hooray for ahi tuna and the bananas foster! Sounds like an odd combo, but it hit the spot for me and I worked it off later helping Sue and Fee Faw finish off the move.
Bet the Harvard grads at a commencement event yesterday were thrilled to hear J.K. Rowling's address. Focusing on the fringe benefits of failure and the importance of imagination, she illustrated how her former day job with Amnesty International influenced not only the Harry Potter series, but her views on how imagination enables empathy and positive change. Read it here.
The wind was so strong, it kept blowing the caps right off the heads of the graduates seated on the Oswego East football field. Even as we were being blown around, it was a fine ceremony with great music and funny, insightful speeches.
Congratulating the graduate.
This is a good time to re-post Steve Jobs' 2005 Stanford University commencement address, so inspirational that I have for years kept it tacked to the wall next to my desk. Stay hungry. Stay foolish. You have to trust that in the end, your life will connect the dots in ways that you cannot begin to imagine.