I wonder if the “Lincoln Logs” will make a comeback as a tie-in to Spielberg’s new movie? I used to love those things. Especially liked putting the red wedge shaped chimney on that Adirondack green roof once I had built a structure.
Peggi had to take her sax in to Carl at Shuffle Music today. Where else would you take your horn if you had knocked it off its stand and it had crashed to the concrete floor at the Little Theater Café?. Jazz Fest promotor, Jon Nugent, was just coming out of the shop as we entered. Carl did a few quick adjustments and asked Peggi to play a little bit. He told her she was too timid and should push more from down below.
It was a beautiful day so we drove out to see my brother, Fran, the best mason in this area, “first call” as they say. He’s been telling us about this log cabin he’s working on out in Gananda, a “master planned community” about a half-hour outside of Rochester. Our friends Barbara and Tom lived out here for a while before selling their place and hopping in a camper to travel the country. Fran apparently had just finished the twenty five foot tall fireplace in the living room because the dry-wallers were going at it and he was nowhere to be found.
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