Searching for the Blues?

My friend Cholo's passing - brings the blues. Or I could say I hear the blues with a new sound. There's murder there in it in the old days, isn't there? Meditation: You dont have to look for it. It is looking for you.

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  1. Drained and despairing this morning, heavily contemplating the truly heartless killing of our neighborhood icon, Cholo. As my friend Bruce said on the TV news, he always had a smile when you came in, I am sure often under difficult circumstances. I was always happy to go to the hardware store , which was itself a hark back to happier times, and see him, and then go home and fix something with the neat stuff he sold. Do you have mollies, I asked. Mollies? Do you mean drywall anchors, he asked. I need some mouse traps. Are you going to kill the meeses, he joked. Ah, Saturday afternoons. This is a gigantic hole now in our neighborhood. My prayers are for his soul, his family, and our neighborhood.
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