padre winery, rancho cucamonga, ca w/photos
the other day i finally got around to making a trip back to my childhood. specifically, i had been wanting to take some photos of the old padre winery just down the road in rancho cucamonga, ca. i’ve mentioned the winery in a few blogs and a fiction piece here but there were no photos in any of them. so, what i thought i’d do was take some photos and stick them up here then sorta run the deal down one more time.
padre winery has been around since the late 1800’s. and it was the first winery in california bonded by the feds allowing them to sell wine and brandy. the original building is still standing. amazingly enough even after all the semi sorta large earthquakes that have rumbled through the area. i guess it gives testament to some thing or another. over the years the winery has been owned and operated by a few different folks. it has had a few other names as well. but to us long time cucmongaites it was and always shall be, padre winery. sadly, it no longer produces wine. those days are long gone.
my mother’s parents lived in a house a few hundred yards west of the winery. that old wonderful house with the root cellar, in which my grandfather made wine and vinegar, no longer stands. my grandfather worked at padre winery up until the time he retired. he’d been there for many years. i spent a lot of time with my grandparents when i was a kid. soaking up old world italy and wineries. that is up until the time my folks thought i was old enough to manage on my own during the summer. though soaking up stuff never ended.
when my grandfather worked at padre it was owned by the vai brothers. i loved walking over to the winery and wandering around looking at stuff. perhaps more importantly smelling the wonderful smells that can only come from a winery.
these days the winery is owned by a local family that has long roots in the area. wine roots. they gave it a go trying to make it a producing winery over the years but money being what it is things never panned out. padre winery is for sale. there are a few businesses where the old redwood wine vats used to be and it’s kind of sad. especially to me. i worked at padre winery myself for a year or so back in the early to mid 70’s. i’ve recounted that tale as here as well.
i’d been by the winery a number of times over the years. once even stopping with the brown eyed girl so she could see the place. old padre winery. at any rate, i was alone the other day as i wandered about taking these photos. alone with my thoughts and my youth.
as you will see there is still a beauty to the winery. an elegance and charm not seen these days in much of any kind of architecture. there was something else as well as i walked around. something mystical and wonderful. or maybe it was just the fact that padre winery has been around for years and years and saw a huge amount of wine in various stages pass through the grounds. it was a smell. the smell. that wine smell. a sour tart vinegary musty smell now. but still a wine smell. the old girl still has it. a complete package other than the fact the wine itself is long gone. the elegance and the smell have stuck to her and she wears them well.
i hope the old lady remains standing. standing as a monument to old california and old cucamonga. not swept into some re-development black hole and razed. re-development. the good old boy deal where the pols and hucksters make money hand over fist and we the people lose our history and magic that comes with the old things. old wonderful places like padre winery.
padre winery and the old tasting room.
the old cellars.
the still where the lees and muck were processed into 180 proof alcohol.
the old girl still looking good.
jmh
stuff i don’t watch on tv anymore part 2
there’s plenty of stuff i don’t watch on tv anymore. mostly it’s sports stuff but then of course there are plenty of other things on tv that are just beyond the pale bad as well. however, i’m probably going to stick to sport stuff or semi sorta sports stuff for this. just like in part 1. for those that missed it. you may want to take a look. or maybe not.
as i said the last time, this is my list. not necessarily your list. or likes and dis-likes. ok? good. so in no particular order. onward.
my friend, triggerman brought up a couple in a comment he made in my other place. two venues or sports i was going to bring up any the ways. the first being, the X games. ok. yeah, i’m an old guy. so what? since when has skateboarding become a sport other than an annoying venal sin? or jumping over stuff on a motorcycle? or doing loopty loops on same said motorcycle? trying to kill yourself while also trying to impress babes is pretty lame. keep it off tv, please. it’s stupid.
the olympics. or as dfr and i call em, the old limp dicks. i find it amazing that anyone watches the stuff anymore. in particular stuff where you win or lose on some dumb ass paid off judges decision. yes, there was a time years ago i would watch this lame tv presentation. hours upon hours of the stuff. no more. the insipid up close and personal stuff sent me over the edge years ago. why anyone would want to host this turkey is beyond me. unless of course, it would be for the sole purpose of ripping off the rubes who actually show up to watch the insanity. all that being said, i do enjoy watching curling and i eagerly await the winter festivities in vancouver so i can get my fix. i’m serious.
bowling. i’m not even sure if anybody even bothers to show this game anymore on tv. they probably do and if they do i’m not watching it because earl anthony and dick weber are dead or are too old to make a decent score if they can still even play. buy a wii game and bowl in your living room. it’s fun and good exercise. plus, no stinky used rental bowling shoes are required. a plus if there ever was one.
poker. ok. i can sorta see skateboarding as a sport. but a world series of poker? world series implies sport. poker is not a sport but a game and, well, why in god’s good name are you people watching other people play this game on tv? barnum was right. you are a sucker and you and many others are being born every minute. then there’s the fact they are playing bleeding texas hold em. a girls game for crying out loud. wyatt earp didn’t play texas hold em. count on it. wild bill hickok wasn’t playing texas hold em when he was dealt that famous dead mans hand of aces and eights. no sirree he was playing five card draw. a man’s game. a man’s game like five card stud or seven card stud. simple. if you watch poker on tv you need to find a life someplace and fast.
the tour de france. there was a time a number of years ago i watched this turkey on the tube. all the little girl crap about lance and his blood samples just wore me out. i don’t watch anymore. lance can run the table for the rest of his life for all i care. big deal. i don’t care. the tv nonevent has spawned any number of lance wanna bees with their nasty ass biking costumes out clogging up road space all over this once great nation. please, just get the hell out of my way and go ride your bike someplace else or i swear i’m liable to run over forty or fifty of you at one pop. just kidding. maybe. but they are a menace and it’s because of the tour being on tv. you dumb asses, would be much cooler if you put some playing cards or baseball cards on your spokes with a wooden clothes pin. i would respect you more. and take off that damn bike suit.
drag racing. ah, another speed sport. one i used to love to watch unlike nascar or formula one. pure speed. peddle. metal. woo hoo. trouble is try and find a real car drag racing these days. what you’ll find, for the most part are plastic fantastic sleds that resemble a car but really aren’t a car. what happened to real 55 chevy’s? real bored and stroked 51 merc’s? real chopped and channeled anything? see my point? it is a damn shame. no, not my point. sheesh.
last but certainly not least, would be any sort of a state of the union message from any politician of any party. or any other political party message. well, unless it’s the party animal party which might be a hoot of sorts if only for a short while. i gave up on those messages long long ago. nothing but lame propaganda by lame stooges who want only to fuck with us and steal our money. screw em.
jmh
stuff i don’t watch on tv anymore
ah, make that sports stuff. tv is annoying at best. sure, i can waste away a day or days watching the damn thing but, hey, there’s a bunch of stuff i can’t watch anymore. so, let’s get started and see just where this ends up. there’s no particular order or rhyme or reason to the list. it is what it is. pure and simple. you may agree or disagree. it’s a semi free country, for the time being, and you’re entitled to your own opinion. fine. but this is my list. it may piss you off but that isn’t my intention. figure it out. do your own list.
the first thing that comes to mind is the, NBA. god, i hate watching those guys. i used to like watching pro basketball but i lost interest in it during it’s thug era and i’m not going back. plus, it’s kinda fun being one of the few folks here in so calif that can’t stand kobe and/or the lakers. elgin baylor, kareem, jerry. fine.
MLB would be next on the list. another of those deals where i used to enjoy watching their games. i lost interest in them after the last strike for more money so they can play a kids game. um, you could toss the NBA back in this area as well. at any rate, who can enjoy a world series that is gonna drag on to maybe the second week of november? the first week being bad enough. or how about a bunch of steroid pumpers, period. no way. no thanks. plus the fact bud selig is an idiot. although had the angels gone to the series i may have watched an inning or two if only for the old cowboy, gene autry.
the NFL is next. another of those days gone by thingys. more steroid pumpers and a greedy bunch of owners with no real love for their fan base or the cities where they play. show me the money. some big mogul is going to build a new stadium out in these parts if he can con some team into leaving their sorta home. any number of teams have been mentioned, even one of yours. i don’t care. screw em. the only thing the stadium will do is make an already totally screwed up freeway interchange even worse. the players? yeah, they are the best and can come up with some amazing plays but i just don’t care anymore about them or their league.
the Super Bowl. sure, this is a part of the last one but even non fans watch this turkey every year. hours and days of non stop hype. a blizzard of supposedly new improved funny ass commercials that the mad men pay primo dollars to place strategically in the game. a big yawn, for the ads and the game.
tennis. not that i ever watched it much but i don’t ever anymore. oofa. useless and stupid.
soccer. ok. so like just what the eff is up with soccer? totally off the tv radar. or more importantly, my radar. dumber than tennis. yeah, it is. i don’t want to hear about it. say nothing. it is.
the NHL. as a so calif native i guess that could be a reason for my aversion to the game. but when i was a kiddie, i tried watching the likes of gordy howe and bobby orr on the saturday morning games. i never understood the rules and it was pretty boring even with the fights. no thanks. not even the great one could change that.
the WWE WWF or whatever it is they are calling it now a days. more steroid monsters with the same act since gorgeous george and freddie blassie. an act that was pretty cool back in the 50’s and early 60’s. and ok even for a few years in the early 80’s. but an act that just grew so wearisome and lame that no sane person over the age of 12 can possibly watch it anymore. yeah, fine, the sorta hot babes wandering around in the ring. lame as well and just masturbatory imps for the porn challenged among us. speaking of which, if i were 12 i wouldn’t waste my time on them. no sirree. i’d be TIVOing ‘dancing with the stars’ and watching those lovely ladies frame by frame. count on it. but i digress.
boxing. i used to love watching boxing. i grew up watching it every friday night. the friday night fights brought to us by gillette razors. then of course there was sugar ray robinson, jake lamotta, rocky marciano, sonny liston, george foreman, floyd patterson, joe frazier, sugar ray leonard, danny lopez, alexis arguello, and larry holmes, god bless him. then of course, the greatest of them all, mohammad ali. i could go on but if you weren’t there you missed it. totally. the current crop? no thanks.
nascar or formula one. i get the speed but i just don’t get much else about it. never one of my favorites and i avoid them like the plague these days.
then there’s the most insidious non sports related show of them all. the view. a total piece of crap and a waste of time and electricity. a propaganda show worthy of chairman mao or joe stalin. i was never a fan or a watcher but i do get a glimpse of it now and again. oh oh, i’m gonna hurl and/or shoot the tv ala elvis.
yes, the last one wasn’t sports related but i couldn’t resist tossing it in as a sorta grand finale to this messy epistle. after all, this is my list. i may have forgotten a few things but i think i covered stuff pretty well for now. there’s always the possibility of a part 2 somewhere down the road. i’ve been talkin’ to my oldest friend, dfr. and yeah, count on it. there will be a part 2.
on a tangent, today is gram parsons birthday. happy birthday, my cosmic country brother. wild horses. we’ll ride them someday.
jmh
in search of the miraculous
that’s the title of an old book that was a semi sort of hippy required reading deal back in the late 60’s and early 70’s. i had a copy of the book for many years. the book in question first appeared in 1947 and was written by p. d. ouspensky. lots of interesting stuff in it but that book isn’t why i’m here. i’m just borrowing the title for a bit because i’m searching for a miracle or the miraculous myself.
long time readers know i bought a trailer here in the brittney spears memorial trailer parkin the early summer last year. well, it’s not really that bad. the trailer or the park. at any rate, i’m trying to sell the place. i wouldn’t be selling it if i hadn’t met and married the brown eyed girl, who with her arthritis problems, can’t manage the stairs here very easily. trying to sell the place in this economy hasn’t been easy either. some lookie loos who expect you to give stuff away. no chance and no thanks. and no offers. it’s become obvious that it’s time to go in search of the miraculous.
it’s not that either of us don’t like this place. we do. as a matter of fact, it’s a very nice place and we do some of our entertaining here in the mobile home. there’s easier parking than our other place and a much more spacious kitchen for us to whip stuff up and move about. plus, it’s a good 500 square feet bigger than our other place and much newer. but that’s just realtor mumbo jumbo and i’m drifting.
many years ago in santa fe, new mexico, the nuns of the lorreto chapel had a dilemma. they needed a staircase in order for them to get up into the choir loft of the church. when the church was built a staircase wasn’t included for some reason or another up into the loft. one of those early builder oversight thingys i suppose. ah, what can we say, mother superior, other than…oops.
the nuns had no other recourse than to pray a lot and hope for somebody or another and perhaps a miracle to come along and get the staircase built. well, after many prayers, one afternoon this guy showed up and said he would build them their staircase. very cool. the nuns were very happy. they went to bed that night with dreams of a staircase dancing in their heads.
depending upon who you are reading, when the nuns got up in the morning they had their staircase and the man was gone. plus, the gentleman who had built the staircase hadn’t used any nails. nary a one. some stories recount that it took several days to build the stairs. however, they all claim that the builder was, st joseph, and there were no nails used in it’s construction.
yeah, the dude in question was none other than the father of jesus and apparently a pretty good carpenter to boot. ok, so not THE father but well, you know what i mean. the nun’s prayers had been answered. a miracle had been performed. the staircase had been built.
the church still stands today as well as the staircase. the original staircase didn’t have a handrail or newel posts. they were added later and no nails were used in their making as well. just wood dowels.
some of you have seen these photos before but they are worth repeating here. the lorreto chapel and the staircase.
ok, so just what does all this mean? in regards to my search for the miraculous? i suppose, ever since st joseph built that staircase for the nuns he acquired the reputation for getting stuff done, building or house wise. or maybe it came about sometime even earlier in his saintdom. i really don’t know. but it’s not something others and myself haven’t overlooked down through the years. um, say what?
it seems that st joseph comes in very handy when you are trying to sell a piece of property or your house. all that needs to be done is to bury a statue of him in the front yard and viola he works his miracle and the place sells. something i’m indeed going to try. and hopefully i get a minor miracle of sorts and the mobile home sells.
of course, i figure it would probably border on the sacrilegious if i were to bury the statue. so with that in mind, the brown eyed girl’s older sister has come into play. she’s a very religious catholic lady. a fine thing indeed. i gave her some money and she found us a very nice pewter statue of st joseph holding the baby jesus. she’s coming here on monday and the three of us are going to plant the statue in the front yard under the for sale sign.
years ago one of my aunts went on a pilgrimage to lourdes, france. as a gift, she bought me a small bottle of lourdes holy water. the statue of st joseph will be anointed with some of that holy water before it’s buried. a few prayers will be offered up as well.
it’s too bad my sister-in-law can’t make it here on sunday, as it’s all saints day. logistically for her it isn’t possible. she’s busy with church stuff all day plus she lives way over on the west side of l.a. all that being said, perhaps it won’t matter when the deal goes down on monday.
if st joseph comes through my sister-in-law’s church will get a very nice donation for their poor box. as will a local catholic church’s feeding the hungry program. at any rate, both places have already been given something this pre-thanksgiving season. i’m by no means trying to blackmail st joseph in any way shape of form. but, well, things are things and stuff as well. we hope. we pray. we give.
i hope my search for the miraculous comes to fruition. hopefully, wonders will never cease.
thank you, st joseph.
jmh
the saga of denny paine, the short version
it’s been a few years but i used to work with an ex hollywood stuntman. actually, i was his boss for a time. and for our purposes here he will be known as, denny paine. denny paine was the name a certain government alphabet group wanted to give him way back when. he declined their offer. at any rate, denny is a southern california native. though these days he’s living in arizona. over the years i’d lost track of him.
a few weeks ago, jwfh, and myself along with someone else were chatting away a hot afternoon in the claremont village. the lone ranger came up in the conversation of old tv/movie cowboy stuff. i thought of denny paine, and told the guys he was clayton moore’s double in the color movie, ‘the lone ranger’, circa 1956. clayton’s real name was, jack. denny paine told me that. denny paine told me lots of stuff.
denny paine had quite a career in the movies. he doubled for buster crabbe and lash larue, among others. have you ever seen the movie, ‘vanishing point’? well, he did all the stunt driving for barry newman in that great oldie. remember the beginning of the old tv show, ‘then came bronson’? that was him on the motorcycle. how about, ‘chips’? yeah, he did all the riding for larry wilcox, or john. that is when the bike wasn’t hooked up to a trailer for close-ups. he also did location searches for the studios when he wasn’t doing stunt work. denny found the old virginia dare winery around these parts that was used for an old ‘combat’ tv episode. a place i’ve written about in the past.
during korea, denny, was in the army and a member of the 25th or 26th regimental combat team, a fore runner to the green berets. he was out front gathering intel. while doing so he received a purple heart and bronze star. president harry truman pinned the purple heart on him while he was in a hospital bed in tokyo.
after korea he went back to work in the hollywood industry. i met him years after those days. he was retired from two jobs plus the movies and was working on his third retirement check. yeah, god bless him, he’s one of those triple dippers. we always had a good time working together. he was always full of great stories. a time or two he even let me wear the buckskin jacket, guy madison or wild bill hickok of tv fame, wore in the rose parade one year. or maybe fool around with a gold plated 100th anniversary winchester 30-30 he owned. ah, sweet.
i lost track of denny. probably because he was a crazy old coot. for example, we played a lot of golf together in those days and he ALWAYS cared a loaded pistol in his golf bag. or on his person. ‘you never know when you’ll need it, hombre.’ is what he used to tell me. that in itself wasn’t so bad. trouble was he was liable to whip it out and fire off a few rounds anytime anywhere just for the fuck of it. yeah, denny paine.
that hot afternoon conversation of a few weeks ago got me thinking about him. once again. with the help of the brown eyed girl and the internet we found him or more to the point his long time companion, miss penny. since then i’ve spoken to him on the phone a few times. he even sent me a photo of himself taken in 2006 in knabe, utah. the photo was taken to celebrate the 50th anniversary of the long ago lone ranger movie shot there in 1956.
that’s denny paine in the picture. i’ve missed you, hombre. i hope you still have the buckskin jacket and the 30-30. see you soon.
jmh
arizona and new mexico road trip w/ photos – october 2009
our trip to the southwest went very well. fine scenery and company plus some great food and drink along the way. what could be better? as a matter of fact, we’re already planning our next sojourn into northern arizona and southern new mexico. long lazy stays in both places with none of the 400 mile drives and associated moving every few days. the long drives were the killer. trust me, 400 plus mile drives every few days are not something we want to tackle again any time soon.
all and all a fantastic trip. great scenery leading the way. i could boor you with the details of daily stuff with some days much better than others. i won’t do that. i’ll just let the photos tell the story. we think there’s magic in a few of them. hmm, yeah, sedona can do that. a magical place if there ever was one.
the grand canyon has a bit of magic as well. we saw it on one of it’s hazier days. although it was still stunning if not exhausting. elephant butte, new mexico. the place where an old dam makes a lake of the rio grande.
yes, the road still holds some magic. we found that magic in the southwest.
a room with a view in sedona, az.
approaching sunset sedona. az.
sunrise and another sunset in sedona, az.
the grand canyon on a hazy windy cold day.
grand canyon sunset.
manny’s buckhorn in san antonio, new mexico. voted one of the best burger joints in the usa. fabulous green chile cheeseburgers.
elephant butte, new mexico.
the harvest moon over elephant, butte.
the old plaza in santa fe, new mexico.
yours truly waiting for a table at the plaza cafe santa fe, new mexico. one of the best meals on the adventure.
the lorreto chapel in santa fe. and the staircase. a story worth looking up.
hasta la vista, sedona. we will be back.
all photos copyrighted 2009 john hauge.
jmh
thunderstorms and neon signs or a pox on me(?)
the brown eyed girl and i will be leaving on a 10 day or so road trip early next week. that is unless my current bout with shingles takes a turn for the worse. the shingles came on last thursday night. i thought i’d been bitten by a spider. no such luck. i’m on the steroids and i’m starting to look like the guvernator in his old days. yeah, right. plus i’m taking the usual other stuff so hopefully things will be ok and the trip will go down.
i’m using the title of an old hank III tune here as the title for this blog as i think the song is a great road tune. this trip more than likely won’t be one of my usual fear and loathing road runs. at least that isn’t the plan. though if i’m lucky i’ll have one of those in a few months. veering here.
at any rate, we’ll be traveling around the southwest. with stops at sedona, the grand canyon, elephant butte, santa fe, albuquerque, and flagstaff. not necessarily in that order but sorta and maybe taos as well. we are both looking forward to the trip.
the brown eyed girl has relatives in a few of the stops so it will be cool meeting my new kinfolk and seeing a few again that i’ve already met. plus, some spectacular scenery as well. with any luck we should have a number of nice photos to share with you when we get back.
if any of you have any suggestions regarding things to see in any of those spots feel free to send them along. we would appreciate it. also, if you have some cool places for a bite to eat they would be appreciated too. we’ve got things to do and see but more options are always welcome.
a sedona, az sunset. something i hope we see on a daily basis.
jmh
if it were only so
the brown eyed girl and were on the road labor day heading to a relatives house for a bbq. it was a nice day. no triple digit temps like we’ve had for the past couple of weeks. all in all it was a fairly decent drive to and from the bbq. but that ain’t why i’m here.
several years ago the late great state of california passed a law banning cell phone use while driving. it’s like a couple hundred dollar fine for driving and using one. that is if they catch you or feel like messing with you considering there’s more stupid people out there doing even dumber stuff. however, most folks on a cell phone and driving can barely drive. if they ever could. drive that is.
now don’t laugh, but this past year the state has also passed a new law that bans texting while driving. yeah, whoda thunk you’d even need to pass a law like that? i mean come on!!! well, yeah, there’s now that law but there’s still dumb fucks out there texting and driving down the freeway at 70 miles per. i see them all the time. yesterday in particular.
to backtrack a step or two, our wonderfully delusional federal government is just to the point of considering, just considering mind you, that any state that doesn’t ban texting while driving would lose federal highway funds. is that even something you need to consider? how about just doing it for christ’s sake! or for maybe your life’s sake.
at any rate, i see these dumb ass stupid folks all the time texting away while driving. they are usually the ones that can’t seem to stay in their lane or are swerving between the lines if they can actually stay in their lane. sure, there’s lots of drunks out there but they are just a drop in the bucket compared to driving a car and using a cell phone plus texting douche bags.
something sorta came to the two of us at the same time labor day. an invention was needed to help curtail these dumb ass folks. granted, most of them are kids but there are a number of older and supposedly wiser folks doing it as well. we need an invention that would stop the madness. stop it right in it’s tracks.
before i tell you our idea all i want out of the deal is if someone can come up with the hardware to do it would be a few freebies of the invention. ok? if one does eventually come out i’m gonna find you and get a few of them. a few of them for free. capisco?
we all know the cops are too busy dealing with other shit. however, when one of the texting morons gets in an accident it screws things up for all of us on way too many levels. sooooooo…what is needed is a small electronic device. a hand held thingy.
say you are driving down the interstate or just going to score a half gallon of milk. you see some moron using his or her cell phone or worse yet, bleeding texting and driving. there are for sure no cops around. if they were they prolly wouldn’t do anything anyway. that’s where this new device and you would come in very very handy.
you would just need to point the device at the offender push a button and their cell phone would die. forever. it would never work again as the circuitry would be fried. with no way to repair it. simple easy.
on an other note, the device could prolly also be made to work on the ass holes who run read lights. no cop around to write them up? just point the device at the car and the car would slowly and safely pull over to the side of the road and can’t be started again until the offender has signed his or her ticket. ah, pure bliss. though that aspect of the device could lead to problems and abusers of the device. but i think it could be worked out. right?
i know there’s somebody out there reading this who could come up with that device or knows someone who can make it happen. just do it. the life you save just might be yours.
jmh
surf city, usa or point break(?)
back when i was a kid the wells were still around but not alive to the extend of what you see in the photos. they were just mere ghosts of the past. but still around. by the early 60’s oil gave way to a housing boom that still, to this day plods sadly on.
huntington beach, circa 1964.
huntington beach, circa 1954. my friend dfr and fellow summer campers.
when oil was king.
the huntington beach plunge. an indoor swimming pool with salt and fresh water pools. they were still around in the 50’s. i loved them as a kid when the rip tides and undertow’s were howling they were a refuge.
the beach from the pier.
fade to color.
jmh
just a minute
yeah, i know, i haven’t been around these parts for a spell or two. i’ve been busy and not spending much time here in this house. in and out in fits and starts. plus, not being around here has been a nice vacation as well. spending to much time here probably isn’t a good thing. my blathering writing? i haven’t missed it much though there are days when i think i ought to say something about something but it’s prolly just as well i don’t say anything. one day soon i’ll probably get back at it. i have a few more weeks before college football starts and not having anything to do here or my other place is kinda nice. vacations are nice. the brown eyed girl and i are fine and doing well. a couple of cool things on the horizon for us. diana krall live on the 22nd being the biggy. sitting under the stars at the hollywood bowl. alfresco dining and drinking. music by a master. pretty sweet. so, in the words of the late great congressman from new york, adam clayton powell, ” keep the faith, baby. ”
jmh
