mama's in the factory she ain't got no shoes

After a long silence, I had a week that deserves some mention, if nothing else in it's extremes. One day I'm at the St. Frances Yacht Club eating a buffet spread unlike any I've ever seen before and the next day, the Hot Dog Truck parked beside Building 14. We had a "catered" building party and photo shoot. No dress code required. Although many of us tried to wipe the mustard off the front of our shirts before the photo session.
Building 14 crowd a little more to my social status, thankfully. But I watched the Red Bull Junior series final race from the yacht club. There was supposed to be a final, final race, but the winds exceeded the limit that the Coast Guard would allow them to race. So I just filled up my plate again.

the start, or shortly thereafter

these are only the AC 45's about to run into each other

To get a sense of Building 14, there is a new Alameda Point Studios website.  We are quite a group.
So if these events were not enough, I should mention, five hours of yoga on Monday, a barbeque at friends after that, and the Freight and Salvage for Highway 61 revisited Thursday night. The crowd at the Freight seemed to consist entirely of aging hippies like ourselves.
Oh, and we are getting used to our new, somewhat unconventional, house paint job.Please note our Alameda City flag.