Sunday’s seven

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And that hippie stench? I sat at the exit from noon until 4, no beer in, no beer out, let’s see your badge, and the best excuse I heard was rather lame, “Must’ve washed off, look I’ll pay to get in again….”

Guy just didn’t want to stand in line.

I took off for a few minutes to see Joe King Carrasco, and I managed to catch one song. Then I slid on out the gate to run to the airport, only to get a call halfway there, “I’m still in Dallas…”

Which turned into a an extra hour, and I had a phone reading scheduled, and instead of a phone reading, I had some supper, and after that, I did work in a phone a reading, like I was supposed to.

Sunday was a long day.

I was heartened, when I stopped through Shady Acres, I cold see a guy in a boat, working down along the shoreline, then, a little later, there was another boat, and what was cool about that? Guy looked like he was looking for fish, careful, patient observation rather than thrashing the water with a fishing line.


Joe King on stage.
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Mirror project picture of me.
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