in the last 30 minutes,

millienium old prayers of thank spread by goody. (so pilgram the sound)
collide with a carole singing bottle man in fancy house irvington
soul voice belting christmas caroles
I run out, giving him thanks...he stops..'i dont got much else to give you".
realizing the the fears of haves and have nots

He asked for bottles and a light for his cigarettee
i walked in laughing..no problem
come out he is singing again, nightngale voice piping
we get the bottles i... read more

So I spent my weekend at the Pentelton Roundup...one full day of western lore. 9am the Native American Dance finals. picking out the ones who would win using completely ignorant criteria...

move to the Rainbow Room with pictures from 1913 depicting the same crowd as today-- to drink my favorite whiskey--luckly also a major sponsor (guess for 2 points)

watch rodeo--slip off to the infamous Let Er Buck room where every inch is plaster with "Indecent Exposure will not be tolerated" signs..... read more

This Thanksgiving I spent on the Washougal River. A group gathers every year to celebrate the weekend. On Friday, we have a variety show. Over 20 acts were present, some farsical, some serious. All a gift to each other.

During the second act, I slipped out for a smoke. I could hear a piece beginning. The Zygote, sounds like music. There are some excellent musicians in the group. Maria on the banjo, Heather with Harp or fiddle, Debbie and her guitar, Steve with the bass, and John or Chris b... read more