Lefty attacked his bugs so assiduously Monday that I finally surrendered, rolling out in the dark

to finish up the week with a last look around, water still flowing,

and loaded out with fog on de sert,

also in town, eight a.m., so down the road.

Rush hour in Sparks; the gas station jammed, the interstate uninteresting, an overdose of NPR all the way to Benicia where, our usual source for such being closed, white people’s burritos from across the street were as bland and doughy as the Plaza’s in Walsenburg…filling but not fulfilling.   Dampness dispersed sufficiently to allow a brief afternoon underhood intervention…

Tuesday morning, fog on the straits, a T-Bird on the way to Safeway

and a ride to the water, replete with uprooted cattails.

Wednesday, big day; Phil Joy brings his forklift and Scott…just lifts.

Alfredo, main man from Reliable Powdercoating, was soon gone to San Leandro.  Next stop March 4, Brian Gross Fine Art, SF, in living color…

Arrrr… a last one left

…and so the straits, wintry afternoon.

 

FYI the revolution will STILL not be televised, notwithstanding Wednesday’s prelude to further repressions as cleverly provoked by Steve Bannon’s Fags for Fascism.

The tilting and eventual ignition of a strategically placed lighting generator was particularly obvious…as was the mysteriously infinite amount of fuel available for the photogenic fire.

well, stayed tuned.

M

 

And let’s not all get too hysterical, right?