Friday, December 29

The Saunders Brothers, with Kyle Ogle, played at Cerulean's, with Duke Bardwell and Kenny Oliverio, sitting in.

It was Dread Clampitt without Justin and with Duke.

All the local Dread Clampitt fans came out.

Cerulean's, named for its close proximity to the WaterColor community's award winning Cerulean Park, is an eclectic mix of gourmet and cultural goods and experiences that is sure to be the new favorite spot for WaterColor homeowners, guests, and 30A locals alike. An experiential retail venue, Cerulean's features weekly entertainment for all ages-from storytelling, crafts, movies and musicians, to art exhibitions, wine tastings and book signings, all complimenting the every day life-inspired culture of Highway 30A.

Located next to the WaterColor Market, the boutique-style space will evolve over time under the creative leadership of Anne Hunter, a Florida-based retail planner who has developed a new model for experiential venues in live-work resort communities. Products range from specialty coffees, teas, beers and wines to books, magazines and newspapers, as well as gifts and WaterColor apparel (http://www.watercolorvacations.com/news.asp?id=28).

The people who live in WaterColor don't work there and the people who work there can't afford to live in WaterColor.

And the copywriter doesn't know the difference between compliment and complement. Someone higher up than a copywriter doesn't know cerulean is an adjective, not a noun.

The artists drive down from Freeport and DeFuniak Springs, drive back home after work. Or in the case of a writer, drive over from Parker.

I'll let you know if they have a book-signing when Adventures in the Underground comes out. Or Gulf Coast Blues.

At least Adventures in the Underground is coming out. GULF COAST BLUES may wither on the vine and die. Like HOUSEHUSBAND, OR, THE KING OF DAILY TYPEWRITING, and CUSTODIAN, OR SECRET MASTER are likely to.

We saw Dwight the Potter. He thanked me for buying one of his fish, and said he hoped we enjoyed it.

I said we hung it in our living room, and love it.

We saw Debbie, of Big Mama's Hula Girl Gallery, where I bought the fish. And Phil Kiser, glass artist/art preacher.

We saw Woodie Long. Woodie is going to paint a Woodie on Balder's mandolin case. Bluegrass musicians, probably. If it's anything like Owen's fiddle case.

Owen cooked a venison ham and a feral hog ham. It was too big to be a javelina. After the gig, people came over to Graytona Lodge and picked. The WaCo Ramblers were there, other musicians. Babies, food, music, stories. By and by the babies went to bed. The babies were at Cerulean's, too.

I stood around the charcoal grill listening to Owen and Balder tell stories.

Duke sang a song at Cerulean's about not being surprised to see things through his father's eyes.

Duke sang "Potter's Moon."

I decided to rename VIGNETTES AND FEUILLETONS: SQUIBS FROM A WRITING LIFE.

I'm going to called it SQUIBS: TEAM WUPPIE DRIVE TO NEW ORLEANS.

By analogy with I Drive to Panacea.

Looking back, I see that calendar year 2006 was productive.

I spent four months working, full-time, as a custodian, which gave me a chance to update "Psychiatric and Cultural Pitfalls in the Business of Getting a Living."

But I spend eight months at the house, writing, attending book fairs, giving presentations, doing writerly things.