The sun is just making its way up into the valley.
Today we go into SF for a big festival in the park. I will bring my camera and act like a cop, gazing sternly across their event and speaking into an earpiece. It is easy for me. I like to scare hippies. To harsh their buzz....
No.
I will be dancing naked and forming human mandalas with them, daisies decorating my hairline. A swath of petunias creating a garden of modesty, where a tempting snake awaits afresh an unsuspecting Eve.
Seems unlikely....
I will take a lesson from my old buddy below and bow to everyone with a perma-simile on my face, my spiritual mask affixed, a dietary supplicant, open 24 hours, like old Ronald McReagan down here... the king of California.
