One Halloween, we went to a pick-in at Rob and Darcy's. I see Brenda's head.
I don't remember if she came down from Atlanta for the weekend or had
moved down for good yet. That's Woodie warming his hands at the fire.
He plays banjo. Mike Jones is singing harmony, next to Balder. Jesse and Wendy
Leedy, on bass and guitar. I don't know who the guy on the left, holding the drink is.
We ate oysters. When it turns cool, someone buys a bag of Apalachicola oysters.
That's all. That's it. We ate oysters and drank and played, or listened to music.
I took pictures and wrote poems in my head. It's so nice to be among Democrats.
So many of us work with Republicans. They are so tiresome. They are monotonous.