Today, George Forss and I launched something new, “The Crazy Artists Club,” which will meet once a week for lunch at the Round House Cafe in Cambridge, either on Friday or Sunday. George and I thought of calling it the “Crazy Old Men Creative Club,” but then we realized we had no wish to exclude crazy creative women, since we are both in love with one.

So we pivoted and changed the name to the “Crazy Artists Club.” Maria and Donna Wynbrandt both signed up immediately, and that is great and we are considering admitting Scott Carrino, our friend and the co-owner of the Round House  Cafe, where I am often found. Scott is insanely busy, but he is a gifted and crazy artist – a musician and lyricist, he would be a great addition.  (The cafe has changed my life, and has become one of the heartbeats of our little town.) George and I have been holding court there weekly, George has some wonderful tales to tell when he cranks up, he is on a big kick to only print photographs that have magic in them, and if anyone can do it, he can.

I like the name of the club, it reminds me of a Sherlock Holmes caper.

He told me that these were fast becoming the best days of his life, we both love to talk about the very different ways in which we both take photos. George really thinks about his, I fire away. He thinks my new camera will be very good for me, we are going to sit down and go over the manual together later this week. I’m going to help George write the text of his book “The Way We Were,” his Kickstarter project went over $13,000 today, Maria’s went over $5,000. A good day for the Crazy Artists Club.

George keeps trying to split all of his revenues with me, and pay me for the very small writing help I’m happy to provide, I told him he can pay me by giving me photo lessons and guidance, I think he will go for that. So a new club, finally one that I can join and be happy in. I am happy we did not exclude women, and fortunately, we can’t grow as the tables at the Round House are small.