mighty suspicious looking herb

Full Moon, in strictest terms, usually means it’s time to harvest something. A friend of mine did harvest something, she showed up last night with a small zip lock bag with a mighty suspicious looking herb in it, “Hey, it’s homegrown,” she said, “and the cat will love it. Maybe she’ll start to like me….” It was fresh catnip. Didn’t quite work on the cat, though, she’s getting a little more demanding as she matures. Rub her just right for a while, and she might grace you with her presence for a few moments. So much for trying to bribe a cat with herbal goodies. We hooked it over to 6th Street to listen to 3PO and their last June set at Steamboat. Our route was greatly impeded by the harsh glare of a movie set. Somebody was shooting a scene for a movie, and it was a great inconvenience, not just for us, but apparently for a number of people. The street was closed off, and we missed the first restaurant we were looking for. But after a quick bite, we did make it to hear 3PO. My companion is a dear friend of many years now, and she was impressed enough to buy the band’s CD, “Hey, these guys are good.” After the set, while she was buying the CD, I was standing outside, watching the street and the traffic roll by. A waitress from next door (Paradise Grill) came shooting out of the front door of her establishment. Since this person had just served us diner a few hours early, I did my best to strike up a conversation. A Scorpio from Northeast Texas. I flipped her one of my business cards, stressing that I am on a personal crusade to correct the unjust image of Scorpio’s everywhere. “How many women would do such a message?” [Two Gentlemen of Verona IV.iv]