THEY MUST HAVE A HECK OF A DISTRIBUTION CHAIN

An unboarded shop window in The Loop. Is there a city on this planet that doesn't love ice cream? Maybe it is frowned upon in Hindu societies; someone can let us know, but then I remember seeing a Baskin-Robbins in Kathmandu. So, no, I guess, there aren't any. We know what the owners are talking about but their claim is, um, sweeping.           

DAMN, IT'S QUIET

During the warm month I depend on our many outdoor public activities for material. This weekend, though, there was nothing going on. Nothing. It wasn't quite as hot as the previous few days but there was hardly anyone on the streets and in Forest Park. This may be a good thing, perhaps a time to sit alone with your thoughts.             

MONKEY SEE, MONKEY DO

As everyone has heard, many Americans are tired of following rules that they find chafing, even though they are a powerful brake on the spread of Covid-19 and will save thousands of lives (maybe their own, or their parents). I'm still horrified at how many people I see at outdoor bars, maskless and packed closely together. (And, no, Stolichnaya is not an adequate disinfectant.)

 

The reference is to a song (is that the right term?) by the hip hop group N.W.A. It is called Straight Outta Compton, that being a hard-life part of the Los Angeles area. The piece is extremely violent. I knew of it but had to look up the lyrics to get the point. Take my word for it.

 

Can't wait to see what  happens after 19,000 people packed an arena in Tulsa to see the would-be dictator last night. Is the appropriate concept herd immunity or thinning the herd?                  

AT THE BOAT HOUSE

The St. Louis Art Museum just reopened with strict attendance controls. We wanted to have another look at the special show, Millet and Modern Art: From Van Gogh to Dalí. The subject is the influential 19th Century French painter, Jean-François Millet, an artist who had great impact but I didn't know well. Van Gogh worshiped him.

              

It was lunch time when we were done. We won't go inside restaurants yet but there was window service and a big terrace at the Boat House. You can rent a paddle boat, kayak or paddle board to putt around Forest Park's large system of waterways. We had our sandwiches and watched people glide across the water. It's as close as St. Louisans can get to a cheeseburger in paradise. 

WHY IS A LAWYER LIKE GUACAMOLE?

Okay, this one is a stretch. I'm working part time now and there was no reason to go to the office today. The circumstances made me chairman of the 6 year old entertainment committee for the afternoon. I need to get out and do something but for now it's back into recent inventory.

As you might guess, this is another painting on plywood in The Loop. It reminded me of the Mexican fruit and the words for lawyer in the romance languages: avocat in French, abogado in Spanish, avvocato in Italian. None of which have any direct connection to avocados but I worry that some day I'll be down in Costa Rica trying to speak Spanish and say that I'm something you could chop with onions and tomatoes and serve with chips.

I think I need some stimulation.