Smokin' Bone Hole!!

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#1Pete Cervantes(Tammys' dad)Susan Roberts(Pete's girl friend)Right side-Tammy K. Cervantes (Pete's Lovely daughter,Me
#2 At risk of revealing his true where abouts(Ricky Ricardo-2004 (He was hiding from Lucy) at least Babaloo rides on.















The photos you see are subject to random change, depending upon the stage the story is being written. I am also receiving much needed editing tips from my readers. So if you spot something amiss, please let me know in a comment. As I suspected our friend Ricky was somewhat less than "enthused" with his photos yesterday, I hope he likes the new ones I put up. Here are several photos that bring me to the exact moment they were taken. The one with the Brooklyn bridge in the backround was taken by a stranger in 2004, the photo with 3 generations of Shultz' on the beach was taken 3 weeks ago by Tammy. The photo of the hansom cab was also taken by a stranger in 2004. The other couple with Tammy and myself are Pete {Tammy's dad}and his lovely couple Susan. The photo of the handsome young gentleman in the blue shirt is the focus of todays story, we'll get to that a bit later.These were taken 4 years apart. I'm realizing just how rare a good group photo is. It's hard enough to get a good shot of 1 person let alone 3, and at the same time no less. It's also very interesting to study people you know over the years in various photos. Postures and expressions become almost like finger prints. The next time you browse through your photos take a minute and study the differences of people when they're photographed alone as opposed to in a group. Myself for example, tend to photograph more relaxed in a group photo. it makes me feel less self-conscious. I think candid photos are a much better study in human postures and expressions. 90% of all my photos are taken candidly. They're of complete strangers who I more than likely will never see again. To me it's like hunting. There's the stalk, set up, aim and the shot itself. Each phase has its own rhythm, and together they culminate into what I like to call a "time-trophy". So today is a comparison of posed vs. candid. group vs portrait.The other thing I'd like to share is familiarity with equipment. It fascinates me how in the hands of someone experienced, inanimate objects can literally jump to life. It''s as if the user has infused his spirit into it for that brief moment. A common denominator of all skilled activities is that when it's at its best there is little or no conscious thought. It brings to mind a scene from the movie "Bull Durham" Tim Robbins is explaining to Kevin Costner that Susan Sarandon told him, in order for him to pitch better, he needed to get in contact with the reptillian part of his brain, and to think from his eyelids. Kevin Costner repies "And the women's underwear?" I suppose we all might strive for that ellusive connection between mind and body. You'll know it when it happens. It's truly a glimpse of grace. Now we return to the hero of our story, Pete. As you might notice from the photos.It had been a long day of touring Manhattan everyone had sore feet and were tired and hungry. We had made it down to little Italy and were in search of a place to eat. We decided on a little place called Pelligrino's. The menu was Italian ofcourse, the service stylish and impeccable. In fact our waiter could have come right out of a scene from "Moonstruck" Somehow we were discussung another Italian restaurant we frequented called "Osso Bucco" Pete noticed that that happened to be the special of the day.I went on and on ad nauseum about just how delicious this dish was. In typical European style dining the food came a bit late for the ravenous diners we were. The dish was steaming hot, literally, steam was rising off of the "Osso Bucco" Pete lets loose with a comment that will go down in history. He says "This is it? You can't be serious. This is what they call, an Italian dish consisting of braised veal shanks in white wine. It looks more like a smoking bone hole to me." I did a double take and said " Did you just say smoking bone hole?" Pete replies " Yea, that's exactly what I said A BIG OLD SMOKING BONE HOLE" He repeats it slowly, so we can all understand it. "That what it is, translated from Italian." Not only didn't I believe him, I was in a state of apoplectic laughter. I couldn't eat, if someone said smoking bone hole, I would giggle for another 10 min. After sucking out the last bit of marow from "you know what" we meandered our way home with our bellies full and our sides aching..Later , come to find out that Pete was absolutely correct. Osso Bucco is literally translated, Bone hole, the smoking depends on how it's served. Me? I prefer to have it with a side order of Pete. That's all for today. Submitted for your approval. Jody