These are pictures of the new plants I put in this weekend along with laying down some more grass seed.


       


These are pictures of my fall inner-city garden. I put it inside a dog kennel to keep the dogs out. In about 45 days I hope to have everything to make a mighty fine salad.

 


This is my entire back yard. There was nothing here when we moved in a little less than eight years ago. I feel pretty good about it. The backyard it getting close to what I was hoping for. I have three garden ponds. I did have five but my backyard was starting to look like a fish hatchery.


                   

                                       

                               

we thought they'd never end, and they haven't. Bob Dylan on Saturday night and U2 last night. Great concerts! Bob Dylan hasn't changed his act much over the last few years but still changes how he will do one of his songs. I was moved the most by his version of All Along the Watchtower.  I do not have the words to discribe the U2 concert. It was the best concert I have ever been too. A day later I am still in awe. Simply overwhelming!

WE just returned from a week in Pennsylvania. We we were at there was no television, a fading in and out radio station, and limited cell phone service. When we got home I decided to start digging my winter garden. After about the 3rd shovel of dirt I cut right through the Cox cable and lost our TV service and phone service. I am wondering if it had anything to do with my complaining about having nothing in Pa.  Lots of beautiful fall pictures are coming soon. We left for the airport 5 hours early because they were expecting 12 inches of snow.

Anyone that has taken time to learn about Barry Graham, alias Dogo knows he is a fraud. His teachings are blantantly plagiarized from other authors. He struggles to keep reality separate from make believe and his ego will not let him accept what he really is, a con artist as far as I am concerned. He trys to make himself credible by attaching himself to a little old lady that lives up the road that has everything he wants others to believe he has. It greives me to see him still smooth talking his way into other people's lives, contolling them as if they were his pet  only to be trained by him.He does not accept negative comments to his posts on his own blog so I will share what I think of his latest rant here. His latest swill of words he carefully uses are about protecting one's self from the police. We must not forget he is also a self made civil rights leader. Though he talks about what he has done in the past, I have yet to see him do anything in the time I have known him that has any meaning besides promoting himself. He is trying to paint our police as some evil enemy. This is not true. I took the opportunity to learn about the police that are here to protect us. I spent quality time with them. They are just as fair minded and concerned as Barry pretends to be. They have families much like many of us do, they care for each other like we care for those in our lives and the majority are fair and decent people. Watching the videos on Barry's site one would think they are all out to get us. This again is not true. Are we a little paranoid Barry? What crime are you guilty of? Sure there are bad cops, just like there are bad and underhanded Buddhist teachers like Barry Graham. One thing Barry is not, is fair. He likes to push buttons but in reality he is of very little substance. Barry, just do something that will make a difference besides talking a well practiced line and coming up with ways to make a dollar or two. "Oh, look at me with my Sitting Frog t-shirt, I am somebody." That is not much of an impact in changing lives.
But I digress, this was suppose to be about Barry bad mouthing the police though he will be the first to tell you he does not have an unkind word for anyone. The police are good people. I have to smile when I think how much Sheriff Joe and Barry are a lot alike.

For the past few years I have been trying to do things that I thought might be exciting. Some may call it my Bucket List because of the movie. I have done the Richard Petty Driving School twice, jumped out of an airplane, went back to college and completed the goal I set for myself to get my assoicate degree and went to San Francisco, ending up having one of the best vacations ever. I just completed another adventure I wanted to do, that is to do a ride along with the Phoenix Police. I did that Friday and enjoyed it very much. I learned a lot from the officer I was with and made a new friend also. I rode with him for about six hours. The most exciting time was chasing down a white cargo van that matched one the was discribed as being one where shots were fired. We raced through the city streets with probably six other cop cars and caught him. He ended up not being the suspect but the police did find an unsecured gun.
 Of course he told me he could never get me out of a traffic ticket.

I know I am a little slow getting all the pictiures of our San Francisco vacation post. Free and I have concluded this is the best vacation we have ever had. These pictures are from the San Francisco Zen Center http://community.sfzc.org/members/blog_view.asp?id=351073  , City Lights Book Store and Vesuvio's. Vesuvio's is where Allen Ginsberg first read his poem Howl, http://www.poetryfoundation.org/archive/poem.html?id=179381 . There are also pictures of the alley way next to the book store that has interesting qoutes embedded in brick, a mural on the wall of the bar we visited right across the alley way from the book store.

                                                   

The following are pictures from the Harvey Milk Museum and the City Hall Building where he was killed. What use to be his camera shop is now just a regular store. The window with a painting next to it of Harvey Milk is the second floor room his boyfriend hung himself. You may remember that from the movie. The suit and shoes you see are the clothes Harvey Milk was wearing when he was assassinated. They are very hard to look at but reality is what it is.You can see the bullet holes and the blood stained shirt. It was impossible to hold back tears visiting the Harvey Milk Museum and the Pink Triangle Park. At the Pink Triangle Park, Free and I each got to take a pink rock. I carry it in my pocket and when ever I take it out Free has to kiss me. No matter where we are at we have to kiss, this kiss was in a taxi and then in front of City Hall. The Rainbow Flag that flies over the Castro District is huge. Gay people need to build on what those that were first in line at the beginning of the gay civil rights movement did.
 I took over 400 pictures of our vacation and the rest will follow.