"Three Notes from a Life,...well four"

This is a bit long so make a sandwich.

Was just out this evening. Yeah alone on my own, and came back alive. However the weather is nuts. Cold rain wind. April is what March was supposed to be March was what December was supposed to be, and February was what April is supposed to be.
Got that? ...take notes they'll be a test.

Counter point to my demon dream of a few days ago.

Last night a kindly dream. Ponies. Bright speckled neat ponies all over the place. They were wandering around my dream Brooklyn. Streets of grass, and forested like a Peter Max poster,...ask ya Hippie grandma who, and or what he was.

I petted, and sat with these little guys. This, and I saw the kids I played with as a child. They were alive again whole, and happy,...hanging out with them ponies.

Too bad I don't do Hallmark Cards. This would make a great one. It was a happy place. Deep blue skies lazy summer clouds drifting above. Only thing missing was an ice cream truck.

My unconscious self or maybe the Angels cooked this up to chill me out. I lay in deep grass, and slept.
Slept in my dream, and dreamed dreams of dreams.

On another matter.

While gleefully chatting with Claude Horvath an old comrade from my broadcasting days. The notion of being standup lecturers came up. Like stand up comics on the make ply their trade on subway platforms,...Chris Rock did this. Why not subway or street corner smarty pants lecturing.

There's the tradition of the London Speakers Corner. There's a nice spot above. Through that Corner has been somewhat supplanted by demented posting online. Still why not have folks yakking at people on every corner. 

However one should take care to appear fit for the role. This as not to be confused with sweaty cranks screaming about socialism.

I suggest a brief case, & notes to refer to. These are props so they can be blank. A tweed jacket,...eh with pants, and a bow tie. Shave, and a haircut goes without saying. A shower is recommended, but in summer not necessary.

For ladies a '50's beatnik look seems the traditional ticket.

Mind you I once considered a "One Person Witness for World Sanity". Not world peace as I know better.
I let the idea go when I realized it was too late.
Everyone on earth is already insane myself included.
Besides with the militarized police out there I could be shot dead as I nearly was a week ago.

Black people get shot for holding a loaf of bread. I shudder at my fate for lecturing,...even with a bow tie on.

In any case I'd start my first street corner lecture with the tale of how my Aunt Sybil, and I were abducted by UFO robots from her back yard when I was little in 1954. This will get their attention. Mostly because it really happened so I'd be passionate about it,...long story.

I'd then subtly shift into single payer National Health, and the urgent need for a Department of the Arts. 

On a related matter.

Reading. That particular umbilical to eternity. I may have problems. Comprehension above a certain level of complexity.

'Been rummaging about in the works of Ursula LeGuin. Smarty pants stuff that. I found I kept losing my way. 

'Tried less thoughtful realms. Easier, but needed bread crumbs home even there.

WTF?

Will stumble to the Library for children's works.

I imagine those roads to be less winding.

We'll see.

I'm a breath from 70. Are these signs of adventures to come.

Perhaps I should have friends read to me instead. Listening is both easier, and more comprehensible,...so I hear.

I'll get back to you on this.

One more thing.
While out I went to the Bakery. This to purchase one as in a 'single' Chocolate Claire.
Haven't had one in over two years for health reasons. However I thought I deserved one just once for being such a reasonable chap.
I think we all should have a treat from time to time for being decent. Not remotely saints, but just stand up sorts of folks.

So go get something nice for ya selves.

Stay tuned.