good times.

peers.
no,
not like 'looks at intensely intently'.
more like competent capable comrades
of equal value, virtue, and ability.
y'know-
peers.
i like that.
i don't have many.
so the ones i've got,
i enjoy immeasurably.
sorta like this guy right here:

yuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
shawn hebrank.
what's that?
yeah.
actually, as a matter of fact,
he IS the sole summer visitor so far.
huh?
yeah.
i guess that means he wins, kids.
1-0.
now, before you cry foul,
let's be really real-
you've got a chance to tie,
but,
it requires more than just attendance.
sure, showing up is half the battle,
however,
the remainder rests entirely on the squared shoulders
of active participation.
if you can't peer inside yourself,
rise up, over, and above the call of doo-duty,
and sit at the round table with the rest of the
worthy warrior poets....
you should most probably just stay home.
now,
if you've actually got that powerful sauce,
and that pure-being bag of brass balls,
and the will and know-how and follow through
to hang out?
well, c'mon with it, then.
bring the thunder, the noise, and your travelin' A*,
let's get busy, getting busy and getting down to business.
it's all really happening, neighbors.
you're the minky little mincers who're missing it.
Folk Life & Liberty, at present, is accounted as
the sole proprietorship of the fortress of freestanding
freshness right smack dab in the epicenter of
the woodsly mutha-flippin' goodness.
until that changes,
and it certainly seems like it will, eventually-
this spot, this moment, this time,
right here is where the party is.
if you got that sauce,
you're invited;
never quiet, never soft.....