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Post by millring on Apr 14, 2024 10:29:30 GMT -5
If I ever rebuild my pottery, I'm going to set back up in Cicely, Alaska. I'll rent a storefront from Maggie along the main drag across the street and just a little catty-corner from The Brick. I'll have my radio ever tuned to KBHR 570 and I'll sometimes catch myself looking up to see Chris in the window across the street when he says something that makes me smile. Or think. I know the market will be really small. It's not population enough to sustain me by pottery sales. And Maggie's plane might make shipping the occasional mug possible, but larger pieces or a sustainable Etsy account would be pretty much out of the question. But that'd be alright. I'd teach whoever wanted to learn to throw and handle and glaze and fire. I'd barter for most everything else. And Ed and Holling would regularly bring me clay they find along river banks on fishing expeditions. I'd show them how I'd go about processing the stuff and they'd be waiting at the door on the mornings of kiln openings, anxious to see what we wrought together. Chris and I would regularly debate the relative virtues of function vs art, meaning vs. reality, and whether it is possible to have joy in the absence of pain. We probably won't do so in the presence of Marilyn, though. Such dreams don't suffer the blows of silence very well. To my surprise, Joel is among the first to want lessons. Mostly, he likes someone to talk basketball with with our hands busy at side by side wheels. So the conversation and cultural touchstone draws him...but the simple joy of creating pottery holds him. Yeah, I was surprised too. Dar and Ruth Ann hit it off from the get-go. No surprise there. Dar was SO tickled to find a no-BS kindred spirit. Living with me, she needs it. Hmmm. I just noticed that my narrative somehow slipped from future tense to present. How did that happen?
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Post by Marshall on Apr 14, 2024 11:44:43 GMT -5
Caught you with your pants down.
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Post by Dub on Apr 14, 2024 14:03:29 GMT -5
What’s wrong with this picture?
I’m guessing you are aware that Cicely, Alaska is and alway was in Washington. I think an even better spot for your new pottery is Stone City, Iowa. Not only is it the subject of a famous painting but Grant Wood also made the name synonymous with art. Jones County has almost no building codes and cut rock is plentiful. When you tell people your pottery is in Stone City, all your contemporaries will be jealous.
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Post by Cosmic Wonder on Apr 14, 2024 14:51:56 GMT -5
John, if you ever rebuild your pottery, ther are a few pieces I’d like to commission. And given my advanced years, sooner would be better than later.
Mike
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Post by david on Apr 14, 2024 14:55:08 GMT -5
I appreciate your desire to dwell in Cicely. Interesting characters, slow pace, beautiful surroundings, well-established personalities and simple concerns. I was looking for a version of it yesterday. My wife and I visited Dallas, Oregon, population 17,488. It is in the foothills of Oregon's Coast Range mountains. I know it is a bit further from our kids and grandson than she would prefer, but it is nearly impossible to be less than an hour's drive from them and be outside suburbia. I am tired of the traffic and the f-ing leaf blowers. We split a delicious hamburger, tots, and a bowl of loaded potato soup at this place: www.washingtonststeakhouse.com/I was impressed and will be watching for houses in the area.
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Post by billhammond on Apr 14, 2024 15:21:08 GMT -5
Senior specials! Ribs! Prime rib on Fridays!
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Post by millring on Apr 14, 2024 15:43:11 GMT -5
I appreciate your desire to dwell in Cicely. Interesting characters, slow pace, beautiful surroundings, well-established personalities and simple concerns. I was looking for a version of it yesterday. My wife and I visited Dallas, Oregon, population 17,488. It is in the foothills of Oregon's Coast Range mountains. I know it is a bit further from our kids and grandson than she would prefer, but it is nearly impossible to be less than an hour's drive from them and be outside suburbia. I am tired of the traffic and the f-ing leaf blowers. We split a delicious hamburger, tots, and a bowl of loaded potato soup at this place: www.washingtonststeakhouse.com/I was impressed and will be watching for houses in the area. The guy I started pottery with -- Doug Hively -- moved from Winona Lake, Indiana to Dallas Oregon. When he did, that started my pottery. Doug was my college pottery instructor and later my first job as a potter, making production work for him. He's the one I mentioned working side by side with, listening to reel to reel tapes of Smothers Brothers. He wanted to move westward. He was born and raised around here and couldn't wait to exit. He asked if I'd come along as a partner. I wasn't ready for such a risky commitment so I stayed behind and built my first pottery. Doug worked a pottery in Dallas for a decade or so and then, weary of never making a real go of it (Doug's a wonderful guy and willing to work his butt off and REALLY into the technical aspects of pottery....but, alas, very little aesthetic vision. I love Doug, but I always saw that weakness holding him back.). As to small towns I've idealized, I found Henderson on a drivethrough. It's become one of my favorite drives in this big country -- taking the cross-country, blue highway drive across Minnesota and Iowa. The long way home. Yesterday I followed the storm home (caught up with it just outside Chicago) and it gave me a light show to beat all. All the way across the prairie the sun dappled the fields with shafts of light through the breaking clouds. If Ireland is green then Minnesota in summer must be Ireland. There's a beautiful passage not too far south of the Twin Cities where the highway dips down into the Minnesota River valley and enters a little town called Henderson (pop. 874). When life gets hard enough that I need to go somewhere pleasant in my mind, it will probably be to Henderson on a summer morning when the fog is still covering the low ground around the city park by the river, while the 150 year old brick main street rises above. Henderson's Andy Taylor will have a Minnesota accent, but the same slow, deliberate style. The humor won't make me laugh. It will make me smile. And that for a very long time.
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Post by Dub on Apr 14, 2024 21:15:41 GMT -5
No one’s answered my question. What’s wrong with the image Millring posted?
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Post by Cosmic Wonder on Apr 14, 2024 21:23:27 GMT -5
No one’s answered my question. What’s wrong with the image Millring posted? The sign post planted in the roadway? Mike
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Post by Dub on Apr 14, 2024 21:47:37 GMT -5
No.
In the TV show the word Roslyn had a small apostrophe “s” that looked like a superscript. In one of the first episodes they talk about why the apostrophe and “s” were added.
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Post by Cosmic Wonder on Apr 16, 2024 0:19:56 GMT -5
I still think the signpost in the roadway is weird.
Mike
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Post by Marshall on Apr 16, 2024 8:12:05 GMT -5
No. In the TV show the word Roslyn had a small apostrophe “s” that looked like a superscript. In one of the first episodes they talk about why the apostrophe and “s” were added. And why was that?
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