I started a blog about a year or so ago. It sounded to me as though 'blog' would be an alternate name for 'traffic jam', but now it has turned out to be a very useful place for airing one's scribbles.
Unfortunately, time being what it was and business being the same, I've not had very much time to give it my attention.
So thanks to my computer-savvy daughter, we are now attempting to upgrade and polish off the 'Hallam Chronicles.'
This blog will consist of excerpts & chapters from the FOUR books I have written, the latest being: 'Dumpster Chronicles: Dropped At Birth.'
This will be released in October and available at your local Stop & Shop or convenience store!
And now, read on!
Japan Part 1
Once a year my art publishers organize an exhibition tour of my recent paintings in Japan through a distributor called Art Collection House based in Tokyo.
This year the tour started in the U.S.A. with three shows on the West coast: Newport Beach, Beverly Hills and Universal City. Then on to Japan for three weeks, returning to the States via a show in Hawaii.
Two months ago in late June I had total knee replacement surgery, my rehabilitation has been satisfactory but this marathon tour would certainly put it to the test! I estimated that I would be trapped on a plane for a total of forty two hours during the month of travel.
Japan Part 2
The next three days will be spent at 'shows' in and around Tokyo.
We start at 11.30 in Hotel 'Robby' (cleverly avoiding lunch) and travel to the various locations where I am told there will be five 'special' guests. Myself, the hundred or so ACH staff and the unfortunate guests are held captive there till 8 p.m. (this is not a misprint!) at which point we drive back to the ANA hotel by 9.00 p.m. (cleverly missing Dinner) but in time to collapse into bed after a well earned Shiatzu massage.
All three days will be much the same. The object of this exercise is a little obscure but I personally feel that it is part of a Japanese ceremony featuring an enforced dietary cleansing regime.
My hosts are dutifully ensuring compliance. (Come quick see Hallam-san cleansing and falling down. This is one for our scrapbook!)
Yokohama
Delightful morning; cloudless sky and breathable air.
Old style show with a very small stage area. This is not the Shinjuki Lumine in Tokyo by any stretch of the noodle! I am secreted behind curtain ready for grand entrance.
A rather weak drum roll, elevator rock Muzak, and it is time for the ‘great man’ to enter upstage-left from behind the off-blue curtain.
'Prease puttin hand togever for Kelly Holland!'
That's me; I'm on.
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