was made up of two things:

1. remembrances of Ken Hunt;
2. completely inappropriate humor about a whole raft of things.

Exactly what was needed.

I read “Savanna,” the long version from his chapbook*; ocvictor did “Ditto Tavern, Seattle;” myainsel did “Wanderlust Prayer.” I wanted to do “By The Time I Get to Wyoming” but decided three was enough. penny_player did a poem inspired by Ken, as did Lea later in the night. It was good.

The inappropriate humor came after, needs no repeating, and felt great.

*For the record, I didn’t choke up on “I refuse to become one of those friends you have to bury.”

Instead, I almost lost it on the lines about the Violent Femmes.

SPEAK tonight…the theme is corridor.

As in, a long passage between places.

As in, exactly, as always, what the universe presents at this moment.

I’ll have at least one of Ken’s books with me to read from.

Bring your best selves, please.