The Artist Presently Known As Ed

Emily's cock

Emily was a delightful old woman on my route. She almost always was in her wheelchair, watching TV, with lots of stuff arrayed around her. She was a dyed-in-the-wool Democratic party hardcore, and that year I was trying my hand a politics. She and I had some fun with her caretaker Marie. Marie was a bit older than me, but was a staunch Republican in the Dubya sense. Emily and I would gang up on Marie for her Bush support. I was pretty certain Kerry would win that year, so it was pretty much a bummer to go to Emily's the day after the election, with Marie cackling with joy that our horse came in last.

Evelyn's cock

Evelyn lived in University City, the suburban area north of Clairemont, and one typically perceived to be just a tad nicer than Clairemont, on account of it being newer. Maybe that it is closer to the (then) Navy base at Miramar, or closer to UCSD figured in. Anyhow, Evelyn was one lady who was indicative of suburbia gone wrong. She was nearly blind from macular degeneration. Her husband gone, and her kids on a visitation basis. I guess she had a house keeper or aide. She was one of those people that is left behind when left alone in a rather big house with no one else. She was often a bit cranky and usually suspicious. I think it's because she was alone so much. She used to have me read her medicine labels and some mail so she'd know what she had before she made any mistakes. I think she also had me do that so I'd provide a second reading of something someone else already read, lest a family member be gaming her or something. She was kind of a pathetic figure, in a way that brought me to have to slow down and hear her better.

Evelyn's other cocks

Two sets of the porcelains. 

Joanne's cock

I can't help it if there are lots of cocks here that belong to women. Most of my route was at women's houses. I suppose a few are hens, technically.

Joanne lived near Mesa College. She was a bit younger than many, but she was on the service because she was disabled from an epidural gone bad years before. Sometimes she was out at the pool, or watering her plants, or taking out the trash. Other times, sick and in bed, but she was always ready to be chatty and friendly. I liked her a lot. 

Joe's cock

Joe was a delightful older fellow who used to be a sucker for a pre-election political chat. He, like many of his generation, was an FDR Democrat. He lived across the street from my school friend Tina Moraga, and sometimes he had some news about her comings and goings. He was one of the people I liked enough that I dropped in on him a couple times after leaving the company, just to chat.

Lynne's cock

Lynne was a sweetheart of an older woman. Irish, Democratic, and sharp witted, she was. She was hip enough to be online, and I told her about my site and at the time, my new blog. She actually read it all and we spent time talking about life and politics and all that. She really egged me on to write. In fact, if I ever write a book, it will be because "Precious Lynne" and her little blind doggie told me I should do so. She was friends with another fellow who lived in the apartment behind her. After he died, I was able to buy three pieces of furniture that I still have. Lynne herself died either toward the end of my time with the company, or before I made a separate trip up there, calling on her as a friend would.

Mogli's cock

Mogli is still around. He was younger than many and was on the service because of his quadriplegic status. Despite that, he was dedicated to a project of painstakingly translating the poems of Rumi into English, and doing so using a laptop computer that he operated using a stick in his mouth. He was a great guy. Very intelligent and passionate. He told me about his injury, but now I forgot. I think it was a shooting. This picture was a giant painting on his wall in Clairemont.

Neva's cock

Neva was mostly blind. She had a friend who took care of her affairs and helped her around. He was an interesting character in his own right. Each looked like a blast to the past, like nothing had changed from small town America in 1960. The guy was a bit squirrely. He had a bit of a head shake going on too in what looked like a bobble head toy always shaking in the affirmative. I don't recall connecting with them at great depth. Somehow it seems that the matter of asking to take pictures of their stuff helped thaw them out some, as it did with others.

Virginia's cock

Okay, this one is cheating a bit because this is at my house, but like so many other older folks, it was easy to find something with a cock on it. That's a tad odd because my grandmother was from the city. Maybe it was my grandfather's? He was from the farm.

Cock potholder

Someone gave me this potholder. It has given me many great potty humor moments around the house when looking for it. There I am, with my cock in my hand.

Erect cock

I don't know if this was just on the way to a client's or at their house, but I used to pass it every day on the way to Doris' place at the senior apartments in Clairemont. It was rather big at nearly two feet tall. Again, what is it with the old folks?

Shirley's cocks

Shirley was another favorite in University City. She was a double leg amputee and chain smoker with dreadful teeth but she was always so cheery and welcoming. She was in a complex so wasn't totally isolated but she was always on her own when I got there, unless some other delivery was being made. We used to have fun chatting it up.

Weather cock

This is in the trailer park in Kearny Mesa, just one of its sort for miles around. Irene was a woman I hardly ever saw. Some places were delivery only, and I never expected to see my client. Those types of places were always mysterious. Irene's son Denis is a pretty famous writer in the "financial, professional, and personal success" genre. I saw him once. It left me to wonder why she was living in a very mediocre trailer home on a cul de sac near the intersection of two freeways. You'd think there might be a bit more money for other accommodations.