This was a pretty sweet day today. I rode from Norwood to Covington in about 40 minutes. I was speeding, of course - as much as one can on a bicycle. It was fun to make the trip and I felt great for doing it.
My target was Covington City Hall. I met with their City Manager, Jay Fossett, and, after an interview about the city's new art district, we took a bike ride to check it out. He had a classic, red Huffy cruiser. Normally I hate Huffy and I hate one-speeds, but I have to admit, it was a pretty sweet looking bike. You'll probably see photos of it in next week's Citybeat, along with my story.
Anyway, we had a nice ride and met with a lot of folks who are taking advantage of Covington's tax breaks and grants and building what I think will become a very fine little arts community. I'd invest now if I were you. The property, there, and in Bellvue, is on the way up.
I stopped by the Kenton County Jail and saw Molly. She's finished her Ohio time and still has to serve down in Pee Wee Valley. I shared some birth stories and pictures with her. She's in reasonably good spirits, everything considered. Hannah and Julie over at Citybeat were excited to talk about the baby, too. That's where I went next.
I worked on the arts story there at Mike Breen's desk. He must have the best music collection in the city. If after I die, I come back as a stereo, I hope it's one owned by a music critic at an independent alt weekly.
Speaking of death, I borrowed a documentary on the Mexican Days of the Dead. I think that it would be a cool thing to do at St. E's - maybe to remember Chad and Mark. What do you think? From what I've learned, the festival is a celebration of the lives of loved ones who have passed and an attempt at finding joy in the inevitable.
I also borrowd Murder on the Orient Express and, two things: I never knew Vanessa Redgrave was that hot in her youth (I think she looks like Becky) and I had no idea the ending would suck so much. The murder - they all did it! Don't bother seeing it. If you think I ruined it for you, just be glad you don't have to endure it!
I rode partway home tonight. Mom was here today caring for Uly and helping Beck. Tracy brought us pizza for dinner. It was all pretty awesome. I'll miss all these wonderful dinners by all of you great people. Thanks so much!
Yesterday I got a cheap (used, not cheaply made) CB radio, handheld off Craigslist.
So sweet. A hitchhike-a-matic. The pros call it radio riding and I fantasized about being able to do this when I was running up the Gulf Coast last year. Can't wait to try it out. I still want to do the Chernobyl motorcycle tour, too.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
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The Mexican Day of the Dead corresponds to All Souls Day on Nov.2 - when all the people who died during the past year are remembered. In Slovakia, family gather at the village or city cemeteries, bring flowers and votive lights to put on the graves of family members and friends. Then they have a small picnic at the cemetery. I think this is about the same as the Mexican custom. The Mexicans make little decorated cookies thatlook
skeletons.
At my church we have a memorial Mass on the Sunday closest to Nov. 2. Prior to Mass, the names of all those who died during the past year are read and a candle is lit for each one. After Mass, any family member present takes the memorial candle. It's a great witness to the congregation so that they remember people we have lost and to think about our own mortality.
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