Hobo inspecting the framing lumber.

I have had a gray cat most of my life. First there was Mittens and Boots, my parents cat. Then there was Mr. Ted that I picked up in Charlottesville. After he killed the parakeet of Virginia linebacker Mike Power's girlfriend he was sent to exile in Richmond with Ross Deitch. Later he made the move to Newport and Cincinnati. When Becky first tried to pick him up he slashed her on the temple. !5 years ago I was working at 3032 Cohoon St. in O'Bryonville. I heard a noise in the rafter. It was an emaciated and terrified young cat. The next day I put out a can for him. By the second or third can we had totally flipped for each other. And it stayed that way from then on. I never thought there could be a better cat than Hobo and he felt the same way about me. He had another inseparable pal, Busby Berkeley, also an O'Bryonville cat. Last fall Hobo started to get weaker and weaker and now he rests out back.

Floor and Wall Framing

Time to frame the floor and walls of Mom's garden hut. The floor joists are new but the plywood and 2x4's are all collected over the last several years. Helping are Jasper. Durk Van Eaton and Jerry Wilinski. Busby likes to guard the floor.

July 4th, 2016

July 4th, 2016 New York City Visiting dear friend Ingrid Multhopp at New York Presbyterian Hospital. From a Newport, Kentucky waitress at Sylvia's Mexican Restaurant to a Manhattan author always the best.
         A good chance to wander around town. I had lived here in the early 60's. What a place to be a young teenager! The World's Fair. Mickey Mantle still winning pennants at old Yankee Stadium. and Wilt Chamberlain crushing the Knicks at the old Madison Square Garden. My Dad was a classics professor at Columbia University so my hangouts were Riverside Park and Upper Broadway. Stood next to Richard Nixon and saw John Kennedy in a motorcade. The Beatles came to town.
         This time I walked to Queens across the 59th Bridge and then it was down to 42nd St. for a ping pong grudge match supreme at Bryant Park with Hans Multhopp . To Jane Messingschlager goes the picture of 432 Park and the endangered teeny house and to New Yorker Ellen Danos Danos

the subway tiles.

Portland

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Portland, Oregon. Longtime friend Gulnara with her first ever visitor from Russia, her Dad Ramil. Off to explore the famous Rose Garden. Castle, a found object artist at the Saturday Market. told me where to find a few of the rare Oregon bricks. They were nestled under the roots of a fallen cottonwood tree right below the St. John's Bridge

. You know they are going in Becky's hut.

Isaac Jackson Tetrault

Here are a few pictures of my brand new grandson Isaac Jackson Tetrault. My barber and I are currently negotiating a visit to Boston to see him. In the last 40 years only my wife and my daughter have cut my hair and I see no reason to change. But it suddenly looks like everyone is well and so the plan now is a big blow out 2nd birthday celebration for baby Simone at the end of June.

Mother's Day 2016

To celebrate Mother's Day I took a road trip with Grandma Jo to Urbana and then Kirkmont, the church camp in Logan County where Jo was a counselor and the director. The Ohio countryside never looked so beautiful.
Afterwards when I mentioned to Jo that I didn't have a picture of Becky on display she gave me this one. It is from the early 80's when we were poor as church mice and happy as clams. Becky went to Florence Mall where she had her picture taken all gussied up at Glamour Shots. In those days she didn't wear make up so after a couple of days she threw them all out. Except one, which Jo secretly hid from her for all these years.
A special Mother's Day wish to my son and daughter, Jasper and Sarah Gilliam Tetrault.

A door for the hut

I drove up to Springfield to see Grandma Jo. Fried chicken at Collier's. I bought this fine old oak door at a mansion on High St.   Jo used to play bridge there.The door will be the entrance way to the brick garden hut I am building in Becky's memory. I rode my bike up through the corn fields towards Urbana. My first time up that way without my спутница жизни - my lifelong companion.