So after my friends divorce, they talk about how lovely it is to spend an entire Saturday with their new dates -- exploring and enjoying our local attractions. I figure, as long as Wifey doesn't boot me out, why not do it with her? Yesterday we did...
We left the house and headed to HistoryMiami, our local historical museum, where both Wifey and I wanted to see an exhibit on the Miami Pop Festival of '68. All Boomers know about Woodstock, called by most demographers the true "end of the 60s," but few know its seeds were in Miami. Michael Lang, a Brooklyn native, was living in the Grove in the 60s where he owned a head shop and record store. He became friends with Ric O'Barry, a fellow hippie and the guy who trained Dolphins for "Flipper." They decided to rent out Gulfstream Park, and put on a music festival. They did, inviting Hendrix, Joni Mitchell, John Lee Hooker, etc, and the first day was a smashing success. The second day was rained out, but Lang decided to scale it up and hold another near NYC -- hence, Woodstock.
The exhibit was great -- photos and films of 1968 Miami. One photo showed Hendrix with a blonde photographer -- Linda Eastman. She ended up marrying quite well...
The museum also had an exhibit of Miami street scenes -- botanicas, low rider bikes, signs. Wifey took a picture of an old Coke machine and sent it to Mike, pranking that they were giving them away. Mike was out the door before Wifey said we were teasing....
The North building had an exhibit about Jackson Memorial's 100th anniversary. I sent Dr. Barry some shots of his Children's Hospital -- he's in NYC with Scott, who is interning for NBC this summer.
From there, we stopped and had lunch at Bagel Emporium, and then I dropped Wifey at Paws4U, a dog adopting place where she volunteers. She called Loni about a beagle puppy, and Loni came by, but there are 40 other people seeking the dog. Wifey is trying to pull strings to make it happen. We'll see.
I fetched Wifey from the dogs and had another surprise -- she hadn't been yet to our local gourmet coffee house, Brewing Buddha. It's owned by Cassady, a Palmetto classmate of D1's, and doing great, happily. We had a couple of iced lattes to cap off the afternoon.
What to do next? I suggested skinny dipping at our private pool. Wifey begged off. It was just as well...
Still, it was a lovely day, and when it got dark Wifey went outside to clean the garden beds -- her latest thing. IMC put out its magic Dave ray, something that always compels me to drop to the couch and stay for hours: they played "Casino," followed by "The Godfather." I fell asleep as Michael's enemies were being killed while Michael attended his nephew's baptism, become truly the Godfather.
I'm avoiding the TV today -- I think they'll be showing "II" and "III" and want to escape.
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