I’m not dyslexic, really, but the other day while visiting Gary Rith‘s blog, I read wavy groovy bowls, as wavy gravy bowls, and it reminded me of a story. (Wait, does that make me sound like a female version of a codger?)
Wavy Gravy, social activist, comic, clown, and MC at Woodstock, among many other accomplishments large and small – including having a Ben and Jerry’s ice cream flavor named after him, lives around the corner. But that’s not the story, although maybe that’s another one. This one happened many years ago to an old friend.
Abby had just moved to California from New York City and was at a big party in San Francisco. Almost as soon as she arrived, a large affable man came up to her, shook her hand and said, “Wavy Gravy” and welcomed her to the party before moving on. She is a very outgoing person, and, thinking she had just learned a cool San Franciscan greeting, and wanting to make some friends, went up to at least a dozen people, stuck out her hand and said “Wavy Gravy” with her most charming smile.
Youngest daughter has been crazy about Wavy Gravy since she was about 4 because he would come to the Earth Day parades dressed as a clown with his fish on a leash. Wavy Gravy and his wife founded and still run Camp Winnarainbow – a wonderful, well-organized circus performing camp. At 7, she went to Camp Winnarainbow for the first time and fell in love – with stilt walking and high trapeze as well as Wavy. He told the kids around the big campfire about how he used to eat Snickers bars washed down with Coke every night before he went to bed. Then by the light of the fire, he shone a light into his toothless mouth and sent them off screaming to get their toothbrushes to “brush ’em if you’ve got ’em.” She went every year till she was too old to be a camper and then was a lifeguard one summer.
So actually, Gary’s bowls are Wavy Groovy Twisty bowls, but that’s another story.
Then there’s the sad tale of my persimmon tree. 
Yes, those persimmons are luscious and the color of the persimmon leaves in the Fall are spectacular, but I bought those persimmons at the Farmer’s Market and put them under my tree so it would get the hint to grow some fruit! not just stand there looking beautiful.
Clay Garden 