BLUEGRASS, POLITICS AND ARM WRESTLING
Tonight I went to Mal’s bar to have a hot dog and free bean soup and a root beer while I listened to a circle of musicians gathered to play bluegrass music. Two weeks ago when I went to listen to them I found myself at my first ever queer prom. This time I came across a group of fierce looking women dressed in sports attire with a woman referee in a striped suit. They were here to organize themselves for a women’s arm wrestling match on Saturday, $25 a ticket, all proceeds to go to affordable housing.
Then for an hour, while the fiddles and guitars wailed in front of me, I was in the middle, not saying a word, of a political conversation between Mark and Marks. They had strong words to say about the political state of the country and the collapse of American greatness and I had nothing to say at all. I walked home before dark having had another stimulating evening in Marshall.
BILLYBABA’S WANDERING 