JB

Marriage is a funny old thing. I thought I knew what it was when I started on the path. How wrong I was. Now, however, it's slowly becoming clear. I suppose, also, that as time passes it'll become increasingly clearer. I hope so.

J is one of his names, The Godfather of Soul is another, Jimmy the Cat happens from my mouth every now and then. Whatever he's called, he's the cat's britches, the bull's balls, the ant's pantalones.

He has a quality that makes me smile. It used to make me frown. He gets these ideas in his head, and they seem bonkers, on the outset. In the past I'd disagree with him and make my opinion known. Now I watch him go for it. He's brilliant at turning a mad idea into a real living thing. See, he is one of those people who does what he says he's going to do and he talks about it very little; he walks the walk.

Here are some pics of his latest ideas that I'm looking forward to watching happen, in his way, in his time and to its end. He wants to pull this building down. And by Jove, he'll do it!
Marriage is freedom, an oxymornic comment to some, but it's true; especially in the case of this wild young brown man who my soul adores.