Good morning and greetings, Led Zepplin fans. Much like my time at the Woodstock Music Festival back in 1969, “I’ve been dazed and confused for so long it’s not true.” But enough about my three days of peace, love, mud and music. We’ll hit that subject another time. Let’s just turn the Jimmy Page and head to the coast. Or in the words of Woody Allen, “I love the rain-it washes the memories off the sidewalk of life.”
Last Monday was as rainy a day as I’ve ever seen here in Santa Cruz. According to The Allman Brothers, “They call it Stormy Monday, but Tuesday’s just as bad.” In this case, Gregg Allman was as incorrect as was his relationship with heroin, cocaine and Cher. Precipitation pelted the landscape all day, giving us the drenching that we needed. I hadn’t seen that much water fall since I honeymooned in Niagara Falls and got stuck in that car wash.
At around 5 pm it began to hail and the ground was soon covered with a white peppermint coating, much to the delight of my daughter, who because her parents have decided to raise her in this Mediterranean climate is somewhat snow deprived. She has never experienced the thrill of going to sleep and waking up to a winter wonderland. Then again, she likes to summer at Sunset Beach on the North Shore. At her tender age, my only connection to the islands was when someone poured me some Hawaiian Punch.
Anyways, after the hail I returned inside to chant and meditate before watching Brian Williams and NBC news. But before you could say, “Connie Chung” the phone rang and my friend Jeanne was excitely stating, “Geoff, get down here, there’s a huge rainbow.” So I threw on my Mahatma Gandhi parka and headed down to West Cliff. When I arrived at Natural Bridges a few minutes later I quickly valet parked and was Helen ready for action, but alas, I was too late. The rainbow was fading like the New York Giants in the playoffs and the sun, which had incredibly made an appearance on this Joelish gray of days, was disappearing behind the clouds. I took a few shots but there weren’t blog or James worthy. This has been the story for me this winter season. I’m always either a few minutes late, inside a gymnasium or in a catonic state.
Which leads me to Tuesday morning. The storm clouds were beginning to clear out as the sky and light were changing every 30 seconds. Shots #1 and 2 are from this morning. A rainbow made a brief appearance to the north but it never really got bright. But I was hooked on a feeling that this was going to be a rainbow day and was on red alert for this infrequently sighted galaxy of colors.
Alas and definitely alack, nothing appeared and my son had a game at 4 pm so I headed inside the gym to relive my childhood. At halftime my stats loving friend Janet came inside and said, “Geoff, you’ve got to go out there-there’s a full arc rainbow.” Like Tommy Smith in Mexico City I John Carlosed out of that gym to see a most beautiful sight, the full arc of rainbow, which was starting to fade in front of my eyes. So no photos, just the memories of Dorothy, that damn little Toto and another missed opportunity. Which coincidentally described my sons team’s play in the first half.
The third cloud shot was taken looking south after we left the gym followed by a nice sunset to close out the day. Not the color I was necessarily looking but definitely blog material. So just in case you missed it, we’ve got it for for you. Or in the words of Ralph Kramden of “The Honeymooners to his wife, “You can’t put your arm around a memory.” Replied Alice, “I can’t even put my arm around you.” “Oh, you’re a riot, Alice. Bang, zoom.”
On to our comedy segment. “Everybody has got Fashion Week fever in New York City, where they had a big 50th anniversary tribute to Barbie. Can you believe that Barbie has been around 50 years? During that time, they have had Preppie Barbie, Wedding Barbie, and Republican Running Mate Barbie.” -David Letterman. “Last week, an American satellite collided with a Russian satellite over Siberia. And Sarah Palin said she could see the collision from her house.” -Jay Leno.
Here’s more about that Republican babe from Wasilla from Dave Letterman. How about this? A celebrity birthday. Today is Alaska Gov. Sarah Palin’s birthday. I’m not saying how old is, but from her house, she can see 50.” Sarah Palin is actually 45 years old today, and just to tell you a little something about me — Sarah Palin, I think, is the first vice presidential candidate that I have pictured naked. Well, since Lloyd Bentsen. ”
These next two political dandys are from Craig Ferguson. “It’s Abraham Lincoln’s 200th birthday, and to honor the occasion, the U.S. Mint is releasing a new penny that shows Lincoln’s house. That’s appropriate because that’s about how much a house is worth these days. And it’s a great day for America, but a very tough day for the President. Another Obama Cabinet pick has withdrawn his name from contention. Obama ’s nominees are dropping faster than babies out of that octuplet mother.”
And finally, “As you know, pro baseball player Alex Rodriguez, or A-Rod, has admitted to using steroids. He said he feels bad because he was stupid for three years, to which former President George W. Bush said, ‘Hey, try it for eight years.’” -Jay Leno.
That’s it, the party’s over. Unless you’re my brother Paul, who along Julius ‘Dr. J’ Erving and the Celtic’s Rajon Rondo, celebrated their birthday on Sunday. Paul, who has been like a brother to me, is an NBA video legend who always hustled back on offense. For him the party continues.
So enjoy the rain, don’t watch too much news and we’ll catch you running the backdoor play. And remember, “Everything that glitters is gold and she’s buying a stairway to heaven.” Does anyone know what that means? For that matter, “Does anybody really know what time it is?. Does anybody really care?” Thank you, Chicago Transit Authority. On that note, aloha, bodhisattva and later, Earl ‘the Pearl’ Monroe fans.