richard, the old school

in the days before cellphones and pda's
there was peace spoken on bumper stickers and love in the streets where the fault line used to be drawn between us in chalk.
a shady white line that stood on the border of hell and the divine rainbow light flashing off the coast like a lighthouse beckoning ships at sea.
cosmic interference plucking the mid west out of the man and transplanting bits and pieces of identity into the nonlinear fabric of san francisco on wheels,
radiating lights and colors in between playing the horn and weekends with friends slash artists going places in life.
programs and books, art gatherings and happenings, columnists, websites, concerts and biographies.
orchestral melodies and frothy liquid harmonies,
painted art and progressive magazines.
all about aces up sleeves, who you know, where you go,
a rolodex database and an espresso.