No days for dogs
Dog days, nothing. My dog refused to run with me this morning. Too warm.
I tried out Wii yesterday. My son Kenny totally smoked me in tennis, but I got him back in baseball. Smacked one over the fence with a man on for the game's only runs. On the mound, kept him off balance with a mix of fast and slow. Oh, yeah. Threw out my arm. Who knew you could injure yourself playing a video game? Wii is not for me.
Kenny recently moved into a condo in Charlotte's NoDa neighborhood. NoDa, for North Davidson Street, is a former mill village being reclaimed as an "historic arts district" 10 minutes from uptown. UNC Charlotte is about the same distance in the other direction. Some nice restaurants, bars, quirky little shops, the Neighborhood Theatre. It's got personality, meaning lots of young people with tattoos and odd haircuts. Plus young professionals like Kenny.
More for the older set is the Flat Rock Playhouse, where Margaret and I attended a show Saturday night. It's much improved since its early days when she lived in Flat Rock before we were married. As the State Theater of North Carolina, it's gotten a good bit of funding from Raleigh, and it shows. It's a terrific facility, with beautiful grounds, right next to the Carl Sandburg Home. The production of "Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat" was outstanding. It's well worth an evening if you're in the area.
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My dog refused to run with me this morning. Too warm.* Doug
Did it ever occured to you that your best friend didn't want you to die like a ancient Greek Nike runner who thought he was bringing great news to the masses?
My dog was much smarter, he convinced the Cat that a Tuna catch was mistakely deliever to the rear deck of the house by a fed-X runner.
Posted on August 6, 2007 7:03 PM
Mr. Clark, I just want you to know my husband Elmer and I feel your pain, knowing your son is a professional walking the streets of Charlotte among the street people with tatoos and wierd haircuts. Our son started out too selling himself for cash and sometimes a fancy place to stay.
We just want you to know the wages of sin can be terrible, Mr. Clark as we have not heard from our boy in over a year.
We can only pray you will try to help your son while you still can.
Posted on August 7, 2007 9:24 AM
Good news. I saw your boy, Mrs. Lingle. He's got a job as the football team's mascot.
Bad news. It's 200 degrees inside that panther suit.
Connie, my dog isn't quite that analytical.
Posted on August 7, 2007 9:55 AM
Bless you, Mr. Clark. You don't know how hard we've been looking. The Lord works in mysterious ways.
Maybe Elmer and I can get tickets now. We are also praying they can find a way to replace Mr. Minter.
Posted on August 7, 2007 10:35 AM
Connie, my dog isn't quite that analytical.* Doug
For Gosh sakes! Don't let him get into politics like my dog who became the campaign mascot. The next thing I knew we were taking bone donations from unknown animals groups.... I am still trying to fiqure out how to return the Michael Vick Video donation to him.
Posted on August 7, 2007 11:19 AM