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The day began at 5:30 AM. I awoke and began setting out my junk… er… stuff out in the front yard for the sale. 2 streets down I could hear the Terrace Block sale was already in full swing. In fact, it was the sound of cars in the neighborhood that woke me… probably yard-sale addicts roving around for that great early buy.

Scary Squirrel Man arrived with his goods at about 6:30. The “boys” shortly after. We were all set and ready to go within 20 minutes. Parking spaces on the street was being snapped up fast. Business was slow at first but by 10:30 both SSM and I had completed most of our sales for the day. Each of us made about… perhaps I’ll leave out the actual figure in case the watchful Mr. Taxman is reading this post. Lets just say we did OK. We packed up by 12:30 with the promise that a meat burning would occur at 4 to celebrate the profitable morning.

My first 2 cukes of the season!

At 3:10 PM SSM and I head to Albertson’s to buy grub for the meat burning. We decided that we would roast chickens in the barbecue. I prep the marinade and rub the birds as SSM puts his arson skills to good use firing up the coals. We are eventually joined by Mr. CJ, Jag & Devon and the 2 Johns. I show off my vegetable garden and pick the first cucumber of the season.

Admittedly they are a couple of “screamers” sizewise. Scary Squirrel Man manhandles my cuke as I attempt to get photographic evidence of the size of this sucker. that could explain why he looks like this. As the evening rolls along the beers are flowing, conversation is buzzing and a strange wind is blowing dipping the tempretures to a nipple hardening point. By 9 PM we retire inside to warm up and view the latest version of “Merchant of Venice.” I hit the sack by midnight. A good long fun Saturday and great start to a 3 day weekend.

Scary Squirrel Man molesting my cuke… or trying to augment his inadequacy

Interesting that so few of you commented on the Nude Yoga/Yoda posts.

Anyhoo… Scary Squirrel Man and I are having a yardsale tomorrow. If you are going to be out and about for the Terrace Block Sale (which is the grand-daddy of block sales in this town – going on 50 years – a cultural event in itself)… come up 2 streets to 416 E. Brown. A yard sale with tons of movies (Video &DVD)

hunky be me…mmmm
Just having a little fun with Photoshop last night.

thats a stretch

I read this post today and laughed my flab off. Hmmmm… Here is the actual article from SFGate.

Read this story today. I think the title of my post says it all.

The 4 naked eyeless girls of the Daily Planet whom I broke up with this Saturday.

Saturday was abuzz with all sorts of activity. Started the morning off by walking the Harvard Avenue Block Sale – the annual 5 block extravaganza of yard-sales just one street south of where I live. Scored some great homemade tamales from an old woman sitting under a tree with a huge ice-chest filled with those delicious corn-husk wraped eats. Chomp. Chomp. Chomp…. mmmmm…. smack!

Got home about 10:30 A.M and proceeded to get one of my students, (who we will call Snoopy) up on the roof to trim the huge Pine tree in front of the house. Its something thats been needed for a long while. I had aquired a pole trimmer (chainsaw on the end of a pole) that I have dubbed my “light saber” and the kid spent an amazing 5 hours trimming the low branches away from the house.

Snoopy trimming the tree.
By 5 o’clock the deed was done. I drove Snoopy home with $50 in his hot and somewhat grubby hands. I was tired and pretty grubby myself but was pretty resolute about heading out to the Daily Planet for a “last call” as word had filtered through the grapevine that this fixture of the Tower district was closing its doors after 25 years.

On my way home for a much needed shower I even stopped at Scary Squirrel Man’s abode to arrange to share a final moment of fellowship at the Planet.

Drunk shirtless guy about to lick 4 eyeless girls.

Granted, I was 20 minutes late for said appointment with SSM. I order a drink and leave a message with him, “Hey man… I’m here. Where are you?”

I order myself a drink. The place is filling up. Mind you, its only 6:50 PM but word had spread like a virus and everyone who were regulars or wanted to be seen were pouring in and being poured at the bar.

7:15: The cell rings as I’m conversing with a sweet but forgetful older lady at the next table. (I remember her asking the same 2 questions 4 times within the span of 10 minutes.) Anyway, it’s SSM… drunk off his patootie on the other end. “Hey… I must have just missed you… I was there… they ran out of beer…had 3 Stockholms… I’m home… What? … Nah, I better stay home… come over…”

Yeah. Whatever. Called Airplanejayne and invited her to join me. Ordered dinner (rack of lamb)… mmmm. Chatted with the regulars. A TV crew shows up to report on the proceedings. It was all sort of like a funky wake. Some bleary eyed. Others misty eyed. Most just plain drunk… and getting drunker by the pour.

Airplanejayne arrives. We spend the rest of the time chatting… and observing the shenannigans as the evening wears on. At 11 we decide that its time to leave.

Walking away into the night I pondered what really made the Planet what it was. The cool Art Deco design? The whiff of swank? The fixed price menu? All said and done… it was the unique fellowship that we found there on any given night. Any place, nomatter how hep or swank, is nothing without the fellowship. That I will miss.

last shot of an open door at the Daily Planet