…for my "Urban Hit"…it is 4:45 on a Sunday morning and I have been up since 3am in anticipation of my 7am bus back to San Miguel. I came down to visit some of my haunts where I find stuff for the work…in the meantime I had some good meals, street food, people watching, Vera Cruz style Cafe con Leche, meeting new friends…and now I am ready to go home. Nothing really important to report…I do have some ideas percolating…writing…yes…writing again. I met a young man a few weeks back…a poet/musician from New York named Joseph Arthur. Our meeting rekindled that Street Recorder that I had left behind in New York back in the 70's….I remembered a poem that I once recited in those days… over the years the end of the poem has been wittled down and now there is room to complete the piece (or at least expand on it)…which leads me to the idea of making a film about how all my tangled roots have led me to where I am today with my work and life with Richard…so that is on the burner…my bags are packed with booty and I am ready to head back home…ready for more….
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