Polly & Magic

In two hours I'll be picking Polly up at the airport. I guess I'm a little nervous. . . . more excited than nervous. . . but a little nervous. I know were going to have a GREAT time. She says she has always loved watching me perform. . . go figure.

Although I've made a career on 6 tricks, I plowed through a lot of material as a teenager and she was there for most of it. I had a ritual back in the day to stay up half the night practicing 2 new tricks to do at school the next day. My friends were always eager to see what the tricks du jour were. I should revisit my many notebooks from that era and sift through them again. . . . naaaa.

There's something nice about a friend who became a lover and stayed a friend. I don't have any negative memories about Polly, not one. I remember taking walks with her on hot summer nights, singing Misty to her on the playground of Hyde Park Elementary School and having her watch me perform at some of my gigs.

I remember the touch of her hand and the taste of her lips.

It will be a long day for us. Smoke and Mirrors show then the Fenix. Then. . . . . :-)