Listen to THIS Rodeo Show, Cody

Somehow we COLLIDE. Karaoke last night was my last dance with the Pope as we see him today. I sang "Don't Cry For Me Argentina", from Evita, for him (very lovingly). For Cody I sang, "Rodeo", by Garth Brooks. For my brother Peter, I sang, "Ever the Same," by Rob Thomas. I felt the pop of the gun behind me in the moments after the Evita ballad. I knew it was brave, but I am sick of being a slave, but Latinos do not sit kindly for any type of altering in the image of POPE, especially this one from South America. A man just stopped in at that point to grab a beer before he was going to catch the bus. We talked and then left together. I gave him a bit of catch up and I could see he was a man in the night's wilderness whose mind was blown, very literally. We sat separately on the bus, as I quietly spoke to the driver. We then moved on to our own domiciles. I feel a massive shift today. We will see what occurs.