This Ol' House

Today is the 100th anniversary of the building that is All Saints' Church, Atlanta. The church was founded in 1903, but the gorgeous old brownstone edifice opened its doors on Palm Sunday 1906. (Photo at left taken at Christmas)

Last night we had a big party, complete with silly song parodies written by Yours Truly. (Song parodies seems to be my one true calling in life. If only there was $$ in it!) In the midst of the job-selection-process angst, day-to-day work, and the trip to coastal Mississippi, I managed to eke out new versions of "High Hopes," "Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps," "Dry Bones," and "This Ol' House." We gathered a group of willing singers and entertained the well-fed, well-wined masses. (The key is always "well-wined" in the performance situations!) A good time was had by all, or so they tell me.

Apartment update: Thanks be to craigslist/New York. I believe I've found a place. Nice guy from South Carolina willing to sublet his apartment on E. 88th. (He and his family live in a bigger place around the corner from offered apartment.) I'm flying back to NYC Thursday and Friday to see the place and - fingers crossed - seal the deal. Sometimes being from the South is a huge bonus! Boy, it will take a real load off if this works out, so send good thoughts.

Now to find an affordable storage unit here in Atlanta . . . Oh, yeah. And rent my house. (Must make a list . . . )