The last summer dance was Saturday night. I parked around my first Chicago apt and we walked to grant park. Etta set out a blanket and three cheeses. A woman taught a hundred women to belly dance- her partner played bongos.
Brooke got lost downtown. Pierce and I got elote and sushi- i drank a coke zero and a honeydew avocado smoothie. Juliana did the sound. Hilary stopped by with her parents Beth and Walter. Fancy tried to sell everybody a breast cancer teeshirt.
Etta, bongos, summer! Sweet summertime corn and sunshine.
Remember, if it gets cold, you come out to Southern California. There’s nothing more American than moving on.
PS I am reading a book that you should read — Under the Banner of Heaven: A Story of Violent Faith by Jon Krakauer (Jun 8, 2004). Mormons are master of being insane – and if one becomes our president, I say it is time to abandon this great green Earth for the moon. Maybe Newt can lead us there.