I wonder if I can properly catch the idea, the concept, the rigors and the tough calls I have to make while I’m working. I wonder if the excruciating schedule, the pain and the anguish I experience can be conveyed. It was hard day the “office” working at the psychic fair. “Are you psychic?” “No, I’m an astrologer. And redneck if you believe the paper. Do I look like a redneck?” “What are Tarot cards?” “They are the antecedent to the playing deck we used last night for poker.” “Do you know my name?, you’re psychic aren’t you?” “No, I’m just an astrologer….” “You take charge cards, are you a psychic, will my Sears card work here?” “No, I’m an astrologer.”