It was a grand night, and we came home with a heavy glass object that could certainly be used by Colonel Mustard in the study to bludgeon a whole host of miscreants. And I got to read a poem dedicated to our illustrious mayor:
So much depends
upon
the red-tied mayor
glazed with icy streets and parking meter issues
beside the
small but cheerful arts organizations.
Here's a pic from good friend Chris Ransick. His title is brilliant:
PYRAMID AND DOME.
Of course, he can write that---he's got a full head o' hair.
And here's one of Andrea and I---a rare picture of the two of us, I think, since one or the other is usually running around schlepping and/or taking pics ourselves.
Thanks to everyone for all your support, good vibes, and inspiration
--MJH
