Jerry:

Wish you could have been over in Pacific Beach with us, last night. Chicken Kiev and wine a-flowing and the most amazing evolution of inspired, spontaneous dancing; one of our party was a Mexican airline pilot who demonstrated a beautiful karate form, and another was a vivid modern dancer who taught us African dances of welcome, and then the oceanographer and the choreographer started waltzing to the strains of "Night Rider's lament" and the wine kept flowing freely. You would have had a blast. After we staggered home to bed, I dreamed i was sitting at your Magic Kitchen Table, telling you the whole thing. Go figger!

And I like the notion of you being the Keeper of a new permanent Mudcat Artifact, the Magic Kitchen Table, right up there with Spaw's possum whistle, Jen's flaming kestrel, Mick's potato-thong, and tipples...I mean tupples...aw, hell, you know what I mean.

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