THE BLUE HALO

 WE always dreamt of owning a club in town near the railroad tracks next to a quiet shady park and the old ice house.

Open Mic Fridays. Do your thing.  Sing. Recite Poetry. Comedy.  Role Play. Open Mic.

Maybe even feature bands and artists in that little nest in that part of town.

WE would call it THE BLUE HALO.

What a dream.

The reality is WE are on OUR ranch fighting to keep it. Greedy family members want it sold. WE have taken security measures to keep OUR 93 year old Mom safe. It is not nice to threaten a little old lady.

Music is a part of OUR existence.