There is an ale house in downtown Ada not far from my workplace, run by some musician friends of mine, called Sessions. I know they have some great sounds, and I would love to go, but their main gigs are always on Monday, when I am either teaching or attending Open Mic Nyte just down the street.
I know it sounds ludicrous to complain about too much culture, but it’s stretching me thin.
Last Monday I attended some sessions of my own, including a over-the-top great portrait session of my wife Abby and me here at home, thanks to a visit from Robert, our very-long-time friend, with whom I have been taking pictures since college. From the day he told us he was coming for a visit, I wanted him to photograph us, particularly since, as a photographer, I don’t get as many chances to be in pictures as other people.
Later that night, I attended Open Mic Nyte, and, at my urging, was joined by long-time friend Jamie. Entire coincidentally, I brought the journal from 1998 when she and I first met, and we had tons of laughs about it.
The night was full of talent, but the biggest hit was when Mackenzee (Mac) Crosby played her guitar and sang. She is a charming musician, and a great soul who has endured too much tragedy in her young life. She’s always looked up to me as a mentor, which is very flattering.
At Open Mic, I read at length about the death of one of my best friends, Ann Kelley, on the anniversary of her passing in 2012 at the age of 41. I have been thinking about her a lot the last few days, and I miss her. Jamie does too.
FInally, Christmas is coming, and later today I’ll set up the tree and get some lights on it. Thursday is the Parade of Lights, and the kids, Abby’s daughter Chele and her husband Tom with our grandson Paul, are coming for Christmas. I hope it will be as good a session as I’ve had recently.