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Order of importance in 2015

Amazing music I write to

 

1. Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack)

2. Warm Shadow (Dactyl Remix)

3. Queen of the Minor Key

4. All Along the Watchtower    6:24    Indigo Girls    Back on the Bus, Y'All
5. I Pagliacci: Act I - "Vesti la Giubba"    3:46    Czech Symphony Orchestra, Julian Bigg & John Oakman    66 Most Beautiful Opera Arias    Classical    60    63    3/20/15, 11:36 PM

6. Glory (From the Motion Picture "Selma")

7. House

8. Only Time

9. Light At the End of the Tunnel

10. Blackbird    6:43    Connie Evingson    Let It Be Jazz - Connie Evingson Sings the Beatles    Jazz        21    3/10/15, 7:03 PM

There is nothing about writing left except moving people to act

for me I realized tonight

not that I know how mind you

My favorite truck food and atmosphere: Gutbusta's BBQ, Danielson, CT

This week Mike and Jen, BB-Cutelets, achieved BBQ sushi at home. Divine. Seaweed wrapped with bacon. "I gained 10 pounds," Mike said. "I like spending eight hours cooking. Cooking is why I'm here on earth," he swears. He also explained how his blood type required lots of iron, hence the meat focus. For Mike's birthday this year Jen baked him a traditional-looking cake, out of meatloaf and fillings, with bacon roses on the "frosting." yeah: rosebuds made from bacon. It's world-class, face-diving cute. Every license plate is a testimonial from a devoted customer.

#AFPFC Thank you, Keiren Havens for eatery recs in Baltimore

I asked my old friend, Keiren Havens, Chief Strategy Officer at Healthcare for the Homeless in Baltimore, one of the all-time "most effective and admirable" nonprofits I know (and within walking distance of the convention center; DEMAND a tour!!!), if she could recommend good places for visitors to eat. She's lived in Baltimore forever. And, as fully expected, Keiren obliged. To an extreme. THANK YOU, Keiren! Her note to me in tacto:

Here are my picks, most of which are kinda pricey, but worth it; reservations strongly suggested:

Local, home-baked, trendy goodness- will require a cab/transportation: http://www.woodberrykitchen.com

Afghani (Karzai's brother runs it) http://www.helmand.com

Urban awesomeness close-by:  http://www.fleetstreetkitchen.com

Very classy Italian:  http://sottosoprainc.com

The real deal - unique and treasured in Baltimore:  http://www.petersinn.com
(Don't take reservations - come early!)

Great atmosphere, hip place to be:  http://www.thebrewersart.com

Modern atmosphere, good sushi (it is a relatively small "chain" though, in case people turn their noses up at that ):  http://www.rasushi.com/baltimore

Awesome place for breakfast, brunch or lunch (not that folks will have time for that, but just in case). Go to the Roland Park one, it's better, will require a cab/transportation:  https://www.missshirleys.com/locations/main-locations
(no reservations accepted, which is not typically a problem during the week)

And one more: http://winemarketbistro.com

MY HIGH SCHOOL SWEETHEART COMES BACK FOR ONE NIGHT

{ a novel I'm writing }

When you pour

a glass of wine, you must pour to the level of the photos in hotel menus. U know Y

 

 

 

XDC

 

 

testing testing

 

Camp Persuasion

He stalked the plank stage.

Every heavy step raised a small plume of dust from the grooves.

He took undue pride in his heavy steps. He liked heavy steps himself. Maybe a few more heavy steps would be good for the world. He often imagined they might well be.

Finally he looked up and out and around.

Bodies shifted at tables. He wiped his glasses and checked them against the stagelights.

He thought he had them. Pretty sure. They'd been with him up to now. He might as well try something that wasn't a softball. His moss-olive eyes sped across the audience one last time.

DON'T THINK! he abused himself internally. Self-abuse: another commonplace. Bully yourself. Not exactly an adept at concentration, are you brother. He had no brother. "Let my eyes run!" Free-range eyeballs. Unfastened from his deliberate ancient Yankee Harvard sea captain of a governor. He tried not to think.

He saw. He didn't look. He saw.

He saw a lot of women's faces. Make a guess? Average age maybe 45. Young in his tired eyes. Not too many gray heads. Not a sea of dye either.

And then he had a thought, from his own 67-year-old soul. "You cannot out-patronize the elderly. You should hear what they think of you."