10 hard-charging streetlight people sallied out in gorgeous gloom, maybe to workout, maybe just to find emotion. There actually was a shadow searchin’ in the night, and it’s name was Stromboli. We convened at the theater where the movies goes on and on and on.  We passed some small town girls at the Pure Barrre. They were workin’ hard to get their fill, and some up-close monkey bumpers gave them quite the thrill. For a smile they could share the night with the pax of Berean.  Hippie discussed tomorrow. Some will win, some will lose, and some are born to sing the blues. Later we had coffee, with strangers waiting up and down the boulevard. We lingered this morning with pax from MMM and AA. Just to hold on to that feeling.  

‘Twas a good morning shipmates. Don’t stop believing.

Goat sends.