Kodac Harrison

I needed to recharge and my wife bought me a ticket to see Springsteen. My ticket was in the nosebleed section, however I met some new friends from Charlotte on the train. They had an extra ticket and offered it to me, as a result I was able to move down. Bruce came on with the spotlight on him while he made a beautiful introductory speech. Suddenly the band and the lights came on with WAR! (Good God yall) What is it good for(absolutely nothing). From then on it was no retreat no surrender. Mr. I’m not a boy, I’m a man, and I believe in a promise land, where you can be killed for wearing your American skin. All the while waiting on the ghost of Tom Jode and seeking a land of hopes and dreams. Bless Bruce and my wife, I am now recharged and ready for the upcoming fight.

A great show!

My last Last Thursday of Poetry and Song was held last night at Wild Heaven in Avondale. Compared to previous events last night featured more poetry and less song. Rupert Fike and other poets certainly held up the poetry part of the event. I closed the night with a song I wrote 50 years ago. The event will continue under the guidance of Katina and Ted. I won’t be a stranger to the event and I hope you won’t be either.