Sketching And Unwinding With The Locals.

Yesterday my Dad finally got his wish; to be released from the rehab facility he's been in for the past twenty days, and get back to his little South Jersey home, and his five tomato plants.

After my visits with him I would head out to find a place to eat, have a drink, unwind, bring my journal up to date, and of course, draw.

If it was in the afternoon I might meander the aisles of a nearby Barnes and Noble, checking out Art books I really couldn't afford.

Or get coffee and something evil at the Dunkin Donuts.

If later in the evening I'd explore local bars and restaurants, where "characters" were in abundance.

One Friday night I found myself surrounded by locals who were hard-core...and often very talented,
"Karaoke" singers. I was tempted... but decided instead to indulge my ego within the comfort and safety of
my sketchbook pages. Maybe next time.
Welcome home, Pop.