Category: Goober

Some recent shots:
The house we live in in Queens is ringed with peach trees. They are now in full bloom and they are delicious. Our landlady gave us a huge sack of them and tells us she is “making marmalat!” They serve both sides of the pesticide argument well. Never has a peach tasted juicier, but Ann had a worm in one of hers.

I came home late the other night and found a man stalking on the staircase. He looked at me glumly, apologized, then zipped away on his bike. He had his arms full of peaches. I told this to my landlord when I saw him the next day. He said, “Is good — let them take!”

Obviously, everyone in this shot needs that next yellow cup of Jagermeister.

Goober on his way to Aunt Barbie’s on East 74th St.

George & Sibby at Federici’s on Main St. Note George is wearing a Preservation Hall T-shirt.

The Great Kerry Douglas Dye.

Me and Banana.

Me and Evan.

Michelle, Che & Raoul. If you listen closely, you can almost hear Raoul going “Nuh-uh!!!”

Ann’s co-worker Rocco.

Rocco is a working cat, keeping the shop free of any critters.

But he doesn’t seem to be working very hard right now.

Ann and Goober spend an evening in with some light reading.

What I like is that you can clearly see here how it is Goober demanding when the pages be turned.

Off in the wild wilderness of Monmouth County, Ann spies a Caterpillar.

The Caterpillar climbs a tree.

Here is the ‘pillar on an arm.

Close up of Mr. ‘pillar.

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Me in the wilderness. 5 minutes in nature and I need 10 mg of Lortadine and a hit of Albuterol.

Sunset on the Hoffman family compound.

Nephew Jake plays a memory game.

It’s like Husker Du but, like, nicer.

I don’t think I’ve ever had a haircut as cool as Jake’s at age 3. What’s up with that?

Jake and Grampa Hoffman thoroughly engrossed in “Monster’s Inc.”

Jake, Grampa & Uncle Jordan.

My collection of New York City (mostly) reference books. A shelf of tax write-offs!