I just came across a blog connected to the Omaha World Herald archive photo of cowboy Rex Allen and me during the filming of an Aksarben documentary. The person commented how cool I looked with the cigarette tucked behind my ear. That made me smile, since I've never smoked. That was my then writing computer, also known as a pencil. It was handy in case I had to rewrite portions of the script during the shoot.

FLASHING YELLOW WINGS. GOLDEN ORANGE FEATHERS. An oriole came to call, flitting in the branches of the elm branch that dips toward our back deck. The oriole must have been eating spring seeds, and he bopped between branches, hiding behind leaves, then showing the glory of his birdly suit. Bob and I stood quietly and watched until he flew away. It doesn't take much to make a special day.

EL MUSEO LATINO
I was invited to read from my work at El Museo Latino in Omaha, a museum that started a new speakers program this year. I was scheduled to read with Marjorie Saiser, NE poet. It was close enough to Mothers Day that I chose that theme and read from different pieces that touched on mothers/grandmothers. Interesting that Marjorie also chose the same theme so we dovetailed together in fine form. More interesting to me was the fact that the audience was not Mexican American as I'd assumed it would be. Ah, assumptions, there's a saying about that. By the way, there was a great photography exhibit by the great-niece of Frida Kahlo.