Keep them fingers crossed, brothers and sisters of Mom's hallowed halls. Remember--anything is possible. And this too shall pass. And ya never know. And different day, S.O.S. And caetera.

I was on the radio here the other day for half an hour--a brief dissertation on poetry and a couple of poems and a song. The producer was really delighted with it. Tole me later it was as good as anything they'd ever had in their spoken word series. So, way kewl.

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