it was perfect until the telephone started ringing


This town is gearing up to empty out. The suburbanites will soon retreat to their humble abodes back to the east, and parking spaces will once again become plenty. This is the time of year where this city comes into its prime. The whole town breathes a collective sigh and things start to open up. Depending on the night, you can get a guy with a guitar, a violin, or even both to play you a song on the street. Of course, small donations are accepted, and I give them when I have the cash on me. Remember, they’re starving artists, so give them at least a dollar plus the loose change in your pocket. That’s my rule.

Perhaps the live music downtown isn’t the greatest in terms of my, or your, taste, it’s still live music. That is the most important fact to keep in mind. I found out the other day that we’ll be on the air from the Ped Mall for this year’s Jazzfest, so that will be a good time. A incredibly long, hot day, but good time. What I am really looking forward to is the Orquesta Alto Maiz. Where else in this area will you hear such incredible salsa music on this type of scale? What I really need to do is to learn how to salsa. Perhaps what should be first on that list is a good “salsa partner”.

To lighten the spirits even more, I got the email confirmation for the next camp out, so the date is set for the end of June. Eric’s making the trip as well as Heath and his new bride. I’m sure the usual suspects will be there among some new friends. Hopefully we can avoid the rain this year and play more ultimate. I love the summertime.

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