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So ... One. Two. Three. The holy trio. The muses agree. Dancing on. But with foresight. Read their post below.

"Thank you, thank you, ladies." the artist said.

Don is an artist I bonded with during our college days at the Univ. of Ark. About a 10-year difference in age but what the calender divided our common interest in art - making art, talking art - writing art - living art pulled us into lasting friendship. Thanks to Don I also became good friends with his wife Shanti and family. Home in Texas, he and Shanti are now living in Mass. But back to Texas they intend to go. The photo here was taken by Don's son, Josh, in Lockhart - a small town triangulated between Austin and San Marcus. And the comment about building a web page? I am getting there.

Our Gang. A few here. Frou, myself, Jan, and Jack. All survivors of the '60s. Artists, architects, video shooters, dancers, writers, junkies, musicians, poets, downbeats clinging on, upbeats heading down - a mix. It is the attraction of living in a college town. Many formed our bonds from those days. The Ozarks hills welcomes all.

The image above was scanned from one of my old journals from the early '80s when I was intently involved in drawing and writing whatever came to the moment. Some made sense. Some didn't. It didn't matter. The important thing was to get it down. I did volume after volume. And, thankfully this time, my efforts were not abandoned. I kept doing them for some years and I have now turned many of them over to Special Collections at the Mullins Library at the University of Arkansas. Hopefully there they will remain intact.