Holding a place in line at the palisades IMAX theater where we shall await the beginning of the Hobbit.

I decided to wear my shaker cloak. Daleah are you out there? When the heck was that? 1980? 1981? Sure has come in handy for balls and really cold days and nights when you need to shake up what people think about you. Lol.

Anyway. A good time being had by all. And the night is young.

Language is like a cracked kettle on which we beat out tunes for bears to dance to while all the time we long to move the stars to pity. — Gustave Flaubert

tomorrow night

The Hobbit!

Let the beauty of what you love, be what you do. – Rumi

When midnight comes and people homeward tread
Seek now your blanket and your feather bed
Home is the rover, his journey’s over
Yield up the night time to old John O’ Dreams
Yield up the night time to old John O’ Dreams

When sleep it comes the dreams come running clear
The hawks of morning cannot harm you here
Sleep is a river, flows on forever
And for your boatman choose old John O’ Dreams

“John O’Dreams although often called a traditional Irish song, was written by Bill Caddick, using a tune by Tchaikovsky.”