New Furniture, or Broken Fridge?

 
For years I have been traveling a refrigerator to my shows.  (it lives in the Fridge Box along with it's friends; the microwave and coffee maker)  this week it died in San Diego.  12 years and a $75 thrift store unit finally dies while out working.  It cost me $250 for a smaller model at Home Depot.
Now the milk and peaches are cold and fresh again.
One other note;  see the BLT sandwich from Cine Deli.  i take half the bread and throw it away, then double up the contents into a massive half sandwich.  it was a dirty job, but i ate the whole thing!

71 degrees and sunny in San Diego.       -Skip

Working in San Diego - ISTE show

Since i posted a crew photo from Charlotte, it's only fare that i include a Crew Photo from San Diego...    This is a handful of the IATSE union workers that i employee in San Diego.

Note: Mr. Gene Reilly, age 85.



Here are Gene and his son Bill, both of the Local IATSE 122 San Diego.

We are still in the setup mode.  the actual show wont start for a few more days.   -skip

Good bye Charlotte. (hello San Diego)

*see pictured the crew from Charlotte, NC.  they were fun and high energy.  "When they were good, they were very very good.  When they were bad, they were hung over!"  (im not even going to mention the swimming in the Hilton fountain.  i'm sure that never happend.)

On my departure from the hotel i caught a Town Car.  the gentleman driving mentioned that i was a young man...  He was 83 and drove with great authority and command of the vehicle.  i had a nice ride and interesting conversation with him.  he started driving at age 11 "in Charlotte - in the country."  "back then it was all country.  lots of empty dirt roads to drive on.  me and daddy were driving back from the farm and i asked if i could drive, so he let me.  it took awhile but i kept it between the ditches and figured out pretty quick how to do it.  i had been shifting for a long time and the rest just came natural."

So, on this June 17th, a very special happy Fathers Day to all you test pilots out there who taught us all how to keep it between the ditches.  *also thanks for teaching us to KNOW it's wrong to swim in the fountain, even though we might do it sometimes.  with your help, at least we know it's wrong.  (maybe it was the Mom's who told us everything we did wrong?)

xo Skip

Charlotte, NC

A small taste of Charlotte...   The city had a street fair this weekend.   i got out one night to see and eat my way through downtown.

    A dancers legs.  Wow!

Here's a photo of me at work.  Mostly i sit and point and 'boss.'  Yes, this is as glamerous as you imagine.

Now I'm working in Charlotte.  (no i haven't yet gone to the NASCAR hall of fame.  yes, it's here.)

I left Boston in a blur. My flight was at 7am. So I set my alarm clock for 3:45am. This is early, even for me. The gist of the story line – I was not my usual “James Bond style” cool self when arriving at the airport. First the lady who yells at everyone to remove their shoes and belt, and empty their pocket and all the other blah, blah, blah stuff yelled at me. “Sir you cant have that bottle of water!” I didn’t notice and left it in my tray. I start going through the window machine… “STOP THAT MAN.” (Yelling lady screaming at me.) “check that bottle and make sure it’s empty.” They make me come back and throw away my cup of water in the bottle. No problem, I know the rules. I just wasn’t awake enough to follow the rules. (she comes over and gets way up in my face. “Sir, why did you do that? I told you not to put your water bottle in the tray.” I just said I was sorry. I think it was a rhetorical question?) Second I get to the window machine. Where you hold your hands up above your head like a jumping jack pose. Then they yell at me, “Sir, you left your belt on.” Take it off and run it through the Xray. (I’m thinking they will want me to do another Jumping Jack. But no, it’s time for a pat down. So I’m in my sock feet without my belt. (and now without my water) and the guard / TSA agent says, “Lift up your shirt.” (so he can frisk me. To insure I am not hiding another belt under my shirt?) then this surprise, “sir I’m going to run my finger around the inside of your pants.” I just laugh and say to knock himself out. I tell him, “this is not the highlight of my day.” He gives me a look that conveys ‘I’m a total idiot.’ “Sir, imagine it from my perspective.” Then we both laughed. I guess it must suck to be TSA and spend your day running your finger around guys pants!


I slept all the way and now am enjoying some great weather in Charlotte. What a beautiful place this is.

Gotta run now, there’s work to do. -Skip

Boston Today - 6/5

I am so lazy i cant even keep up with writing where i am.  This week I'm working in Boston at the Convention Center.  My hotel room overlooks the area where the Boston Strangler did his business.  (yikes)  I wish i got paid by the hour this week!  This is the ATC / American Transplant Congress.  (the doctors who attach working hands and limbs onto other people, face transplants and stuff like that) 

-Skip
  

Jus Crew Zen - another cute couple leaves the dock.

I ran across this Blog because they 'follow' the Blog of Rod and Linda Duncan, on S/V It's Perfect.  The Princess - Amanda writes about the perils of leaving a home and moving aboard.  (how to find a 12 volt hair dryer and other important difficulties a pirate must overcome.)  Then i got word over the local coconut grapevine that the Sailing Vessle: JusCrewZen was going to cut the dock lines and set sail on their adventure...  http://princessaboard.blogspot.com/    I swung by to see them off.  i didnt ever get to know this couple but i met them on two occasions and wish them well.    -skip

    

Regatta on Galveston Bay

Jay and Jen Johnson, some sailing friends that Craig and Angela met in the Caribbean and introduced me to, were involved in a Regatta.  So, Craig and i took his boat out to run around and create havoc and be a general nuisance...   i took a few photos of the action.   *their blog -> http://www.travelblog.org/Bloggers/Rum-Runner/