Me & Monty: Thirty-Three and a Third

They call it Labor Day, but you're supposed to slack off. Well, done and done. Actually, today's post will be replete with new material. Mostly pics of Monty, since I've been doting on him and managing to take some kewl pictures as well. Monty is adapting excitedly to his new home, and generating no shortage of content, as we used to say in 'the business'.

Skyline Drive: Skirting the Santa Cruz MountainsSkirting the Santa Cruz Mountains, Headlong Into Holiday

"Thirty-Three... and a Third"

I suppose you have to remember a time before Compact Discs to get the joke. But here it is anyway: On the same day I celebrated turning thirty-three, Monty celebrated his one-THIRD birthday -- four months on the planet. And celebrate we did. Although the human festivities burnt brightly and made for what good celebrations with good friends are made of, they were just a little too evanescent to capture too many pictures. Plus, the Superphone (which is also my current camera) mysteriously lost its battery charge overnight after a long -- and successful -- venture up into the Santa Cruz Mountains to connect with 'old friends in a new habitat'. I guess the task of navigating me to my remote and very secluded mountain destination pooped out Teléfono-Supremo. And by the time old friends were growing older together, doing what old friends do over stories and drinks and exuberant labyrinthine conversations, the mirth was flowing freely and cameras were the last things on our minds.

So, to represent a mere part of the Festival Grande surrounding my 33rd (and his 1/3rd), Here's Monty!

Jeremy Isaac


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