I swept and raked and shoveled two full bags of black walnuts yesterday and there is already another pile of them in the street and on the sidewalk this morning. I think that's why our neighbor Cedric was laughing yesterday, on the porch and talking to a friend on the phone, while I scraped walnut slurry off the street.
This happened last weekend too. I did not learn. Bushels of these greasy little walnut grenades thumping by the minute. One knocked the rear window wiper blade assembly off of Tracy's Suburu. Another broke a Tim Boyden found art sculpture--a guitar headstock epoxied to an old paver with the message "don't fret."
I haven't been drilled in the skull (resulting in a great idea for a novel) but that is a matter of time. With more of that on my hands I could lay in the driveway for hours as a martial arts exercise, waiting to catch the black walnut of enlightenment inches from my face. If you leave these things in your basement for a year they are good to eat, but it is work.
Royals magic has sure been fun, especially hanging with new neighbors.
I had the pleasure of adding backing vocals to an Ed Cole song, for the new album he is working on. I played some trombone on it last summer and now it is heading toward mixing. Can't wait to hear this acoustic Ed platter. Here is one of Ed's old solo records, and of course you already own both The Underlings albums, which will peel the paint off the front porch of your psyche.
