in Ukiah...

 I likely will be up here a week or two. The 72 Beetle made the drive last night in much better shape than the Spring trip, (when the bug staggered into town, spitting oil, clutch slipping etc.) with not one moment of clutch slippage or engine sputtering. Still, Oil and Water don't mix as my anti-fracking poster that still doesn't have a wall to be hung on  reminds me. Who hold the key to global warming and environmental destruction... ? me. Still can't let go of my car.

 100 degrees outside the Ukiah library, hard to find a parking place in the shade in Ukiah at least around the library. Walking from the Ukiah Food Co-op to the Library I found the Grace Hudson Museum near 'The Sun House'. Stumbled into the soul of Earth, Temple... Grace Hudson was a Potter Valley born artist who resided here... the Sun House was she and her husband's lovely home. This museum is a must see for the few
Planetary wanderers who know that the greatest beauty is always near at hand. A wonderful collection of
fine woodworking/furniture from the College of the Redwoods where there school of woodworking is as fine as you might find on the planet. Then I notice a room with native American Basket weavings.... Amazing. How come I no longer own a digital camera? Basket Weaving. The Pomo Indians had a population of about 15,000 around the time of the European arrival. The Pomos had about 70 different villages each with their own distinct independent traits language variations etc. The Miwoks of Marin numbered about 5,000. The basket weaving is as stunning as European masterworks of any kind in my opinion.

 Then into the next room where. I meet Grace Carpenter Hudson Wow! Never heard of her before from a California of the turn of the last century. Zing arrow into the soul.

  In the meantime I see that my friend from the last visit up here, Mike Zee is hosting an open Mic at the Ukiah Brewery and Restaurant tonight. I should make it out. Last night got a good farewell in at the open Mic at True North Pizza, with Simon Costa. I did a quick set of Elizabeth Cotton's Freight Train, Otis Redding's, Dock of the Bay, and Elvis's That's Allright Mama . Carole Isaac joined me on flute.

 In Franklin's tower there hangs a bell
It can ring, turn night to day
Ring like fire when you lose your way

Roll away... the dew . . .

God help the child who rings that bell
It may have one good ring left, you can't tell
One watch by night, one watch by day
If you get confused just listen to the music play

Roll away... the dew . . .


 The following some lyrics to the Jerry Garcia /Grateful Dead tune 'Roll Away the Dew'