For a short time near the beginning of our marriage, Lu and I lived in a Nevada City Victorian, sharing rent with Bill and his first wife, Kathy. I wish we'd stayed longer because that was a real cool place to live. And my mom was the landlord, which is usually a cushy deal.
For Valentine's Day, Bill and I ordered a horse-drawn to carriage pull up to the door as a surprise, and deliver us to Friar Tuck's, a fancy-shmancy restaurant in town. Also, every Sunday night, Bill and I would walk to the Nevada Theater<http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nevada_Theatre>, California's oldest theater building, and watch an artsy movie together and then walk back through town together. The most memorable of all the movies we watched at the Nevada Theater Film series, which only played movies on Sunday nights, was Clint Eastwood's directorial debut, Bird, about the life of Charlie Parker. Bill and I really enjoyed the movies and even more the summer evening walks back through town to our home and wives. We'd have a chance to discuss what we'd just seen and the long walk seemed to enhance the quality of the movies. A post-reflective coming down. The most striking scene for me in the movie Bird was one where another sax player goes to hear Charlie (Bird) Parker playing, and going in to see him he's all happy and cocky, but afterward he comes out depressed. He's on a bridge and with a muttered oath, throws his sax into the river. Walking back home I wondered why. Why be discouraged over something good, new and different? Why not be inspired? Ego I guess. A musician, a sax player, struggles to master his instrument for years, and then encounters another who just blows him away. He thinks, perhaps, that Quality is a competition, rather than a collaboration. Moq_Discuss mailing list Listinfo, Unsubscribing etc. http://lists.moqtalk.org/listinfo.cgi/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org Archives: http://lists.moqtalk.org/pipermail/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org/ http://moq.org/md/archives.html
