Yale's friday 'spring fling' was a soggy success - both as a concert and super spreader event. My groove-spirit was dampened by weather and a final I had the next morning.
I pose here tonight, in the chill residential courtyard, on my green sport-brella beach chair, like Canova's Pauline Borghese, relaxed, canned dirty-martini in hand, still untouched by the covid menace - as if I'd taken sagacious care in avoiding it.
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