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.
