Bruce Mary Meg Djeneba
Red Dog
Cathy Mary Tom Gayle Djeneba
Huck
Red Dog
Djeneba Bruce
Armstrong Woods
Mary Bruce
Monte Rio
brucine (broo'-seen), 1) n. Pharm., Chem. a bitter, poisonous alkaloid, C23H26N2O4, obtained from the nux vomica tree; 2) n. Bruce Bortin's 'low-impact' weblog
Gayle’s Hat at the Riptide, Derby Day 2013
Bruce & Mary, photo by Cathy Mosbrucker. This one’s for Meg
Mary & Bruce, photo by Richard Hurlburt. For Ramona.
Thanks for taking the pictures, guys. Great job!
Ladybug comes standard on the Mazda 3
Gott’s Drive-In, St. Helena
Cottonwood Flurries at Gott’s
Poodle Springs
Dinner Monday
Breakfast Tuesday
Pedicure
Buster’s Southern Barbecue
Attitudes (not involving any snap whatsoever)
Decorative Pod Suite
Under the evening palms
Look who followed us here!
Oh giant hot dog,Poem by MJF
No one knows,
Where you comes from,
Where you goes.
Life is long,
Art is brief,
Makes you wonder
Where’s the beef?
A couple weeks ago, I was doing my weekly Friday gig at Ward 93 at SF General. Looking forward to that evening when Mary & I were going to see the live Jordan, Jesse GO! show in San Francisco. My cell rang, and it was Mary. She was on her way to work, had taken a bad fall, was hurt on 17th Street in Oakland, and couldn’t walk or even stand. She needed me to come help her get to Kaiser ER.
I whiteknuckled it to Oakland, first on the 33, then on BART. All this time I’m thinking OMG OMG OMG, she’s sitting on a curb in Oakland, immobile and in pain, what could possibly go wrong, right? I picked up a cab at 12th St, told the guy that I needed to get to the 300 block of 17th St, and found her in front of Stag’s Lunchette. Sitting on a bench. We got her into the cab, took her to ER, they took care of her, and we cabbed home.
Mary & I had to miss the show that night, of course. We spent the evening switching out the ice packs and scowling at the crutches that they gave her at ER. But today, I heard the podcast of that show.
That night, Stephanie, the chef at Stag’s was a contestant at the JJGO show. She totally should have won the word mispronunciation contest. What a burn! They so obviously gave it to Kyle out of pity. Anyway, Stephanie, I’d like to thank you, or whoever it is that put that bench out in front of the Lunchette, for providing my best beloved a place to sit in her hour of need. I’ve got a new favorite lunch spot in Oakland.