Jim Stone and his lovely wife, Judy (aka KO Crane), stopped by my house today as they were passing through Indianapolis. We played whistles, flutes, violin, cello, guitar, and drum. The best tune of the day, IMHO, was Jim playing an Israeli tune on the whistle with me playing the djembe drum. The drum suits me because I don’t have to worry about being in tune or on tune; I just hit the drum. In the spirit of good citizenship, we decided not to post any audio files.
I wanted to show off my bed of Zinnias. The bees and the hummingbirds really love them.
Jim and I standing under the trellis with morining glories in my backyard.
Always interesting to see the first photo of someone you’ve never seen before. I’d seen pics of Doug, but not jim stone. People at this point usually say that the person doesn’t look like the person you imagined. Actually, jim stone looks EXACTLY like what I had imagined!
Doug, what a beautiful house! When was it built? My wife and I had a gabled Cape Cod when we were first married. I’d just tell first-time visitors to look for the gingerbread house on the left.
I usually wear white socks but we’ve been on the road
for three days, returning from a couple of weeks in
Massachusetts, and the brown socks alone remained.
It was heavenly to get off the bloody road and play
some music. I’ve always liked doug’s flutes and now
they are continuing to improve; he’s doing interesting undercutting
on the embouchure, taking advantage of the deeper
chimney the lip plate gets him. Also the higher pitched
flutes are really delightful–he had a C fife set to
go which is really nice.
Doug, there was another pic you took of me and KO Crane,
my wife, the boxer. Can you post it? She was wearing
dark leather sandals that look like birkenstocks but
aren’t, and no socks.
The house was built in the 1930’s. We are two blocks away from Butler University and very close to the canal trail and White River that runs through Indianapolis.
For what it’s worth, and that isn’t very much, I don’t usually wear socks with sandals when I am around the house. However, when I am going out or have company coming, I wear socks to cover the tatoos on my ankles and feet. Frankly, I see nothing wrong with wearing sandals and socks together.
Ahhhh, Doug, Doug… Nothing “wrong” about it at all, indeed - absolutely a fixed part of the English scout master image.
Rights and wrongs aside, it is something that southern Europeans deride with a mixture of horror and astonishment in British tourists of a certain type.
them’s some o’the biggest garden gnomes I’ve ever seen 
