The Power of Babble Too: Hair Of The Blog ....

Hello Folks,

Feeling over confident I went down to the harbor this AM ... not knowing this was the day of the Annual Santa Barbara Harbor Festival .... it was one of those classic cloudless, deep blue infinity sky days ... I walked among the many tents ... I strolled out by the fisherman selling lobster and sea urchin ... and then I turned to walk back...and realized ... I can't ... the watcher's people were here on the wharf ... the live seafood in small children's pools and large pails knew I was there ... the pelicans flying in a loose chevron ..they knew I was there ... coming down here was a terrible mistake ....

Only one thing to do ... I needed cloaking fluid ... I jumped down 10 feet to a lower jetty ran across it to a hoist and scrambled up that to the front of Brophy's ... I ran back across the front and towards the back and then up the stairs onto the outside balcony ... I ordered a Margarita ... and destroyed that ... another one ... destroyed that ... another one ... and finally I was invisible ... I moved to another part of the bar .... good ... they didn't know where I had gone ...

It is quite clear that my move to Memphis is not a popular one and I can only prepare myself for what may ensue on the drive east starting tomorrow ...

I will have to stock up on cloaking fluid .... it's going to get interesting ... maybe I should alter my appearance .. dye my hair ... gain some weight ... cut my hair ... no ... I've done that already ... I'll have to meet this head on ...

... a song is playing in the background ... someone is carrying a boombox ... ' ...it increases my paranoia ...' ... I try to locate the source ... and then I do locate it ... it's coming from a boat just across from me ... I raise my zoom lens to get a better look and I see the boat is named 'Cros' .... ' I feel ... like I owe it to someone ....'