always watch faces

Come over and we'll go to the ice cream parlor, sit on an ugly couch and listen to local musical talent. The fractal professor will be there, as well as a blind man drinking coffee, and a couple of farmers and/or arts council members. All of us in twenty or so square feet of space. Do you need anymore convincing? If we're lucky maybe the 12 string guitar man will come back or the Italian from New York who writes the funniest songs about extinct SUVs and pooping dogs.


In the meantime:





Maybe I'll get really lucky one of these Wednesdays and a blue grass group will materialize.