[Tara Jane O'Neil]

Has she made herself very clear

Remember: A handpainted Mexican chair hurling across the room. A palomino running across the ring, saddle empty, stirrups flying, seen from the dirt. A black and tan longhaired dog arrowing across the sand. The hermit crabs nipping at her toes.

Tara Jane O'Neil a sweet selfmotor.

Ida was a revelation of harmonies.

Luc read the same smoking section of the smoking piece but it smoked.

The Rosendale Cafe was packed. I had to leave, get back to my dog.

It was a great night.