Tuesday, April 18, 2017


My tuba player was playing my bari sax and I was lovin' it. I was seated opposite him and listening. Then we were in an egg-shaped windowless pod going up a hill. I was glad he was driving since I didn't have the strength to hold down the gas pedal. At the top we spun around and didn't know the way down. He didn't care and was ready to let the pod decide. I busted through to see which was the down slope, so we wouldn't crash into someone else's pod climbing the hill.