Dancers warm up for Saturday night Krewe of O.A.K. parade.
Category: culture
Bud Guy
As the Krewe of O.A.K. (Outrageous And Kinky) prepares to parade from Oak Street to Palmer Park the Budweiser guy drinks a 12 oz can. Last day of August, midsummer Mardi Gras.
non-miscible
Disparate views. In each other’s space.
one last time
Bele Chere, Ashville NC’s street festival. RIP. 1979-2013
Route 29
Somewhere in southern Virginia
parade
We have a “dogwood festival parade” in Charlottesville. I love a parade. People in the street. Music.
A communal celebration, in the daylight. The nearest we get in the Old Dominion to a second line.
Charlottesville High School band
Bring you flag, your dog, your children your vehicle
I saw a former work colleague getting ready with the lion suit. Woody has been a Lion’s Club member for 32 years.
Great anticipation rules. Wearing the tiara.
A perfect day for a parade, cool temperatures, California quality light.
The main excitement was some vapor and engine noise from a biking contingent. Alas, breaking traction is frowned upon in the Old Dominion.
spring formal
whatever that is
RIC
People in Richmond are all about business. No time for the CHO foolishness. Have to be serious to live in RIC.
DMZ
Walking in the County southeast past the shops at Stonefield. Enjoying the new sidewalk and trees. Headed home. Arriving at the “Main Street” of the County, US Route 29, the neighborhood model takes on a new light. How is the pedestrian meant to cross into Charlottesville? Carefully. Not sure exactly how many lanes there are, standing on one side they are a challenge to count. Big asphalt. Twelve lanes?
There are lots of hashmarks scattered about the intersection, providing guidance to motorists about how to negotiate the DMZ. I didn’t see a crosswalk.
It seems that “transit” in the county means four wheels and a motor. If you have the misfortune to engage in bipedal locomotion, be fleet of foot. What momma said. Look both ways before crossing this road.
In an alternate reality.
underwater?
I miss listening to Jim Kunstler on my weekly drives around Virginny.
Farewell to the auto age and hello again to real communities. Hard to believe, I’m sure, as you read this in traffic on your iPad, but your commuting days are numbered.–James Howard Kunstler