The Nearness of Town

The meeting with Ms. Lannette Mackay, co-founder of the Tucson Psychedelic Society (TPS) was very enlightening. She wore a beautiful long-sleeve, purple t-shirt over which was another, black, with the word "microdose" -- startlingly clear block letters augmented with subtle bits of color.

Her Spaniel (with tail) snuggled up (against me) the way cats do when they know you hate them. I have the same effect on children. Funny how they so easily see through the facade.

We roamed the range of individuals in the group, to the political analogizing of Tuscon with Austin, TX. As my brother, who lives outside Austin, says, "Austin is a town surrounded by Texas."

It happened at the Epic Cafe. Excellent espresso.





Then...

It was time for a free treat courtesy of the Fred Fox School of Music. Last night's trio (laptop computer, piano, flute/clarinet/sax/) had feets in classical skillfully abstracted with jazz-esque improv. An hour-and-a-half for $2.00 - the price to park in the "structure" (behind/next to the Circle K at E Speedway & N Park Ave) across the street. Many of the performances are free.

The brochure's pages aren't numbered, but the heavy stock readily lends itself to dog-earring. (Yer dawg needs un ear-ring. Of course, it could hav tinnitus.)