Poetry and jazz are rolling across the sky in carefully calculated acrylic measure.  The asphalt beaches of Daytona are set in Central Pennsylvania and the Philippines are led on the path of righteous pursuit.  But in fleeting passages of time the goals are set.  We ride along the Pony Express heading for Carson City and Sacramento.  The cattle are all rustled up.  The time for reaction is now.  And we are as expected, quite ready to raise a ruckus.


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