in the dappled sunlight at Jo’s

The morning seemed cloudy, but by the afternoon, I was sitting in the dappled sunlight at Jo’s, had not one but two double Cappuccinos, then after several hours, wandered down to see my friends working at the Bob Marley Festival, on the river front. Miss “Right of First Refusal” (Aquarius) sure knows how to throw a party. It’s been a long time since I’ve been in the midst of that much partially exposed “hippie” flesh. The aroma of sage, incense, and other things filled the air. Soul food vegetarian BBQ tofu (when in Rome, dine like they do), served up by a Pisces, then I did some serious hanging out with the volunteer squad. While I was sitting by the exit gate, a guy with a blue pug boxer looking dog came by, headed out. “How did you do that?” asked one of the staff people. “Him? I bought him on the Internet someplace, just like that.” I walked back to Shady Acres, the breeze out of the east blowing my hair around my face, and as I crossed on of the busy streets with a crowd, I listened to a guy with a kid on his shoulders, eavesdropping on parts of the conversation, “No, if I get hit [by a car], you’re pretty much screwed, too.” He looked over at me, “Kids: got to tell them just like it is.”