There are living, breathing loops of news in this community, which we check into and out of regularly, just to make sure all is well.
So an so had a stroke but is recovering well. Someone else will have her baby today after three days in the hospital. The gig went great on Saturday; the festival is twice the size this year; glad you could make it for the party, wasn’t that an incredible time; how are your folks; I finally got my office painted, my eldest daughter is getting married; my truck’s in the shop; my dad died 3 weeks ago, he was 92….
A great many of these loops thread themselves through The Bean Cellar, mingle here for a while, and then back outside into and through the city. This is a nickname place, full of friendly harassment and nourishment. Batteries get charged, jokes traded, meetings held, decisions made or revised, news gathered and passed on. A place where people get looked after.
I’m here this morning filling in for Tiny, who needed a day off.
After 6 hours of checking in here’s my report:
It’s a complicated time, but all is well.