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...To The Ballgame

Hey Soul Mates,
lots going on since last I wrote. The band is doing well. We are looking forward to our rehearsals with Adam Marsland. He's a good friend of ours and a heck of a musician. Adam will be joining us on stage for a handful of songs at our next show. One of the numbers will be a cover... So watch out! In fact, the cover song is one that I've always thought of performing. And when I say always, I mean always. The evites for the event have gone out. If you feel you were left off, write me and I'll get you on the list. It's a challenge keeping up with the mailing lists.

Tuesday was opening day at Dodger Stadium. (I try not to use possessives to describe something that I don't own, but it's hard with sports) We put the hurt on the Giants in the bottom of the ninth. What an exciting game. Good for Milt Bradley to be the hero. The pregame was interesting too. There was a B-2 stealth bomber flyover; the Navy Seals did a spectacular jump; and American Idol Kim Locke sang the National Anthem with ease. The rock group Lifehouse played a fairly thankless set before that out in centerfield, but the applause was polite. The highlight of the pregame was Dodger legend, Duke Snider who threw out the ceremonial first pitch. This is the 50th anniversary of the Dodgers' first World Series victory. The weather was picture perfect and it made for a relaxing day at Chavez Ravine.

Love, Power, Peace

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