Cliff was busy examining my driver’s license

It started out as a cool and almost crisp fall morning. But it deteriorated rather rapidly, or it got a lot better, I’m not sure which. I loaded myself up with a computer, and some tarot cards (French deck — design from the early part of this century, and for the life of me, I can’t remember their name), and I slowly worked my way along Congress Avenue to Magnolia Cafe for a little breakfast. “Kramer, here, yeah, sit in my section,” said Cliff, “no pretty girl buying you breakfast, dude, that’s too bad. Losing your touch?” When I got around the flipping open my billfold, Cliff was busy examining my driver’s license, “I like that — 11 – 28, same as me!” (same Ascendant, same Sun sign, same Moon sign) Then it was off to a busy day at the bookstore. I paused in front of a record store long enough to flip through their trash albums, and I found a 1976 copy of Montrose’s “Jump On It,” which, for some reason, had garnered my attention a few weeks back, but I couldn’t remember the symbolism. Or the song title I was looking for. It was a busy, but other wise unremarkable day doing readings, finished up with a blond Gemini, “Like my hair? Kathi did it.” One of these days, I will learn to answer the correct answer, not the truthful one. After fluorescent lights and charts for the better part of an afternoon, I couldn’t tell the difference and said as much. It was a long walk home.