Sunday I drove up to Long Beach for the On The Edge poetry reading of Ra Avis, Bill Friday & Matthew Blashill. I was nervous about going to a poetry reading, as I haven’t attended artsy hip anything in decades. As I drove through downtown Long Beach, I felt very suburban middle-aged.
Once there, though, I was made to feel welcome. Turns out I wasn’t the only middle-aged attendee, nor was I the only attendee who lived in South Orange County. Nice to meet people in person who you have read and interacted with online.
Suffering from fried brain right now. Have accidentally posted drafts of this post at least twice. Sorry to those completely confused, wondering, “Where the hell did that post go?” I probably should have left well enough alone and simply edited the piece. Brief, but done. At least for now.