Adventure 957: The Tucson Slathering Continues/70

It's the week of lasts. We attended church yesterday for the last time this year in Tucson. This morning we volunteered for the last time this year at Cross Street. Tomorrow, I'll have my last Tai Chi lesson in Tucson for this year, and Judy will work out with her trainer, Rob, for the last time. Yesterday afternoon and into the evening we attended the last part of the 40th annual Tucson Folk Festival. What we heard tickled our fancies to the last bone. One of the performers we listened to, Kenny White, said this line: "You brush up against fate at least once a day; at night you chase ghosts." We'll be chasing ghostly memories all the way home, but they'll be Caspers, gentle little "BOOS" that make us smile. In the meantime, we're beginning to pack, beginning to clean, and beginning tingle with the expectation of resuming our life in Spokane. I guess what they say is true, "Home is where the heart is." At any rate, for us life is good, especially today.

Kenny White and Cheryl Wheeler, very talented musicians: witty, entertaining, socially conscious, and immensely entertaining.

Selfie of the day: My Bunny and me snuggled up near the front just left of the stage. I didn't meet the photo bomb guy.

Heather Lil' Mama Hardy, rocking out. A local, she's an incredible fiddler with a great voice and a hot band.

Over four hundred musicians performed during the weekend. We sampled just a small taste.

The place was so packed when we got there we had to watch Missy Anderson and her One man Band (Husband Heine) from behind the sound/video console.

Just taking in one last wistful gaze down the wash.

Our land lady, Amy, a fellow rabble rouser at the Saturday Morning protest. She said she was in the audience at the Folk Festival, too, but we didn't see her. We grateful for her.

Poem of the day.

THAT’S ALL

That’s all we want, right?

To know a place

has been saved

for us.

A little belonging:

To know there’s room

for us

at the table.

That’s all we want, right?

A helping hand:

To know there’s a hand up

for us

like a Scout’s honor.

That’s all we want, right?

A little love:

To know there’s an open heart

for us

to hold close.

That’s all we want, right?