Remember Frostline kits? My first down jacket was made from a Frostline kit. I loved that jacket. I was feeling nostaligic for it the other morning while walking Cammy. It was a nice sunny morning, cold but not bone-chilling. Perfect for my Frostline jacket.
Anyway, that’s me at 18 or 19 in the jacket … and Frye boots. What I wouldn’t give to have those boots back. My sister kept hers and her daughter has adopted them for her own. Putting them on and taking them off was torture, but what a look, hey?
Who would have imagined the ’70s would come back in style? At the time, the general consensus was that it was a real dog of a decade. In my experience, the worst thing about the ’70s was having to endure all the whining by people who came of age in the ’60s and hated hated hated the ’70s.
I don’t actually own a down jacket any more. If I could get a Frostline kit, I would make one. Sadly, they are no longer in business.
I’ve been meaning to get an email out to folks to let them know that Dave is sitting in on bass with the Gully Boys this Saturday at the Middle Earth Music Hall in Bradford, VT. It’s a tribute show featuring music of the Grateful Dead. We’ll probably be having dinner there beforehand so, hey, come on up and join us.
In other news, still music-related, I finally put all of Dave’s album in the Music section on the web site so if you are one of the two or three people we know who hasn’t heard it yet, what are you waiting for?
Finally, we’ve just about completed the final phase of the garage/office project … turning the former office into the music room. Our good friend Sigger helped haul the piano across the house to its new home today. I’ve got a humidifier up and running, guitars are everywhere and it’s all good.
Yesterday we ate lunch at the Tiptop Cafe. We’d just sat down at my favorite sunny corner table when the waiter brought over our silverware bundled up in napkins. I opened mine and my pulse bumped a little. Into my lap fell a knife, a spoon, a fork with a red-handle and a handwritten note reading:
Here’s to a job well done; you’ve got the Red Fork! This entitles you to a free dessert of your choice.
Such a small thing has the power to improve the day mightily. I collected a chocolate chip cookie and shared my good fortune with Dave.
Let me live in a house by the side of the road and be a friend to man
