against San Antonio at The Pyramid. Di Anne Price
at the Madison Hotel. Urban Audio Collage with the Soulshower DJs
at MÇlange. And now I must go. As always, I really don't care what you do this week, because I don't even know you, and unless you can get Memphis in May to switch thisyear's honored country to France (think of the international PR coup), then I feel rather certain that I don't want to meet you. Besides, it's time for me to blow and go watch some reruns of Family Affair
and see if they've dubbed in the characters of Buffy and Jody saying, "But Mr. Freedom!" instead of Mr. French. Or just see what kind of left-wing, liberal knee-jerk reaction I can have next. The season is ripe. Like brie.