The Royal Albert Hall

So, I worked for crooks. Medical crooks. I had super cool co-workers who saw the reality of life.

Finally, push came to shove in the position I held and it was a line I could not cross. Like, nah, I ain't going to jail for your sorry asses.

But I has a massively fucked up wrist with a golf-ball sized tumor, and my employer told me they were going to take care of it " except they didn't carry workers comp insurance, as required by law. After they fired me, they did.

So I got my wrist fixed to the best it's gonna get and I can live with it. And I got a small settlement for my troubles, I guess.

This may be an unknown fact to some of you, but I've been married for 35 years, My husband is a Viet Nam vet. Yeah " we both crazies! So with that settlement and a bit of serendipity, we got tickets to see the reunion concert of Cream - all original members - at The Royal Albert Hall in London, 2005. I'd never been out of the country, and he'd only been to Viet Nam. But that was where Cream played the loudest. Up and down the Mekong.

Our tickets were from a lottery - not a thing I generally see as an advance in society - but holy mary mother of god and his blessed father joseph! We got a Cinderella balcony second from the stage on Clapton's side. It seated 6 and we had the front row. Courteous, raucous Manchester gents were the other occupants.

Luck of lucks, that little balcony included drink service. Tuxedoed waiters. As thus, absinthe was borne to me. Need I say more?

Stonehenge happened to be open unfenced - only one of the five times a year.

Lilacs blooming everywhere - right outside the open window. They filled the garden where old men played chess and their dogs got acquainted.

Dreamer, I!