more gray hair

It was a grand party in the sun, out yonder in Phoenix, Saturday afternoon. That’s about all I can say. Renewing old acquaintances has almost brought me to tears at time, folks thought I had forsaken them a long time ago, friends might be gone, but they are never forgotten. Tempe, Arizona has changed a more gray hair

all the Sagittarius I know

I spent part of last night with a dear friend who is convalescing, a Sagittarius woman, someone I hadn’t seen or heard from in a long time. And it was a good reunion, of sorts. See, when she opened the door of her trailer, I was sure she had put on a special T-shirt, or all the Sagittarius I know

I had the best of intentions

The flight westward offers a unique panoramic view of the oil patch — the hardened earth, the sand swept hills, and once the plane gets out over the oil and gas fields of west Texas proper, it looks like some sort of under developed subdivision, the streets are laid out, and there’s a little circle I had the best of intentions

There’s music in the air

There’s music in the air, dancing in the streets, and I spent last night in front of a computer, doing my weekly online chat with AOL’s AstroNet. Not much fun — especially when I can hear the music wafting down river from me with the notes carried on the evening breeze. I’ve got a big There’s music in the air

always a little weird.

Balm not withstanding, getting home a day late is always a little weird. And it’s Cinco de Mayo today, too. One outside observer noticed that folks in Austin have tip jars up just about everywhere. While I was at the bank, I discovered a check which I had fished out of my mail box wasn’t always a little weird.

soft air in Austin

The soft air in Austin is full of humidity, wet with moisture that acts like a balm on my soul. I love the desert mountains. I love the arid landscape resplendent with its various subtle shades of brown, ochre and rust, the faintest purple tinge to the mountains in the sunset. But there is something soft air in Austin

he pulled on a pair of latex gloves

Setting up for the show on Saturday morning, I was greeting another reader as he pulled on a pair of latex gloves. He was handling some paint, making a last minute repair to a piece of equipment, he caught my eye, snapped the glove on, and said, “Look: a new kind of reading….” There seemed he pulled on a pair of latex gloves