And so begins “The Stars and Stripes Forever”. And so we delivered the “4th Bark Battalion” to the Greenville Country Club. It was done, and was a good experience of the total effort synergistically being a greater than the contribution of all of the individual parts. And somewhat astonishingly we won 1st place. I am pleased, and a little grateful that Glen King decided not to compete this year. {grin} We probably wouldn’t have held a candle to The Island of Meowi or his powder mill miniature of last year. But that is the luck of the real world of competitions. It is not a measure of absolute merit. If the Russians don’t come to the Olympics, and you win a gold medal in gymnastics …. well it still is an Olympic Gold Medal. We went from being precipitously close to being a collection of parts on Thursday pm to being the cute totally kewl creation that it is.
The auction was pleasant, mainly because I invited my Dad. I had someone to talk to besides Ken who is usually pixerblogging like crazy. But it is thanks to his avocation I have most of the photographic record of my life. I got the painting of Jazz (my jazzy Jazz!!!) for exactly the limit of my spending. The auctioneer was quite a bit of a clown and would often interact with the bidders. When I kept upping the bid, he asked me “Do you know the artist?” To which I replied: “I know the DOG!” and at that point the other bidder dropped out. I hope they realized that I really really wanted (and DESERVED) that picture. Chris Emerson, one of the Bark Battalion designers, also came and got his picture taken by a News Journal reporter. One off note: The kitchen served up coffee and dessert in the middle of the auction in the adjoining room. So everyone drifts out, and the bid prices go …. down ….down…. down.
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