lot of worms in the way on the wet ground this morning in high park. didn’t want to squish them, walked carefully, came to a halt before one long skinny guy. there was a wave involved in his forward movement. he lifted his face and then sent his whole force downward which made the rest of him domino as wave. mystical dance, thing of beauty. once upon a time at grossman’s tavern, i watched many musicians perform. there was no cover, i lived a block away, it was for me what netflix is today for others. watched whatever was happening maybe nightly. most excited by the people who had their own wave. thing of beauty.