I'm man enough to be a party girl and dance all night, the American high
For Juneteenth, we left stones at Pomp's Wall on Grove Street and poured out a jigger of Medford rum for the man who built it, whose name on his bricklaying has outlasted the house in which he was enslaved.

WERS has been showcasing Black artists all day, which meant I switched it on and got the back-to-back fireworks of Koko Taylor's "Wang Dang Doodle" (1965) and Richie Havens' "Motherless Child" (1969).
Especially because I left the house yesterday at a quarter to eight in the morning and after four appointments and two visits returned home at a quarter to eight in the evening, I appreciate a known benefactor sending me five pounds of peaches and apricots from Frog Hollow Farm. They taste like the height of summer.

WERS has been showcasing Black artists all day, which meant I switched it on and got the back-to-back fireworks of Koko Taylor's "Wang Dang Doodle" (1965) and Richie Havens' "Motherless Child" (1969).
Especially because I left the house yesterday at a quarter to eight in the morning and after four appointments and two visits returned home at a quarter to eight in the evening, I appreciate a known benefactor sending me five pounds of peaches and apricots from Frog Hollow Farm. They taste like the height of summer.
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My parents love him. I called them from the car to tell them to turn the radio on. (Because we live in the future, my father streamed it off his phone.)
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There are a whole lot of things about the insta-mediation of the world I do not like, but every now and then!
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I’ve been listening to the Sinners soundtrack all day, when the storms weren’t directly overhead. It seemed fitting.
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Right? Almost as good as a shipping fortune. I've eaten two peaches already. I've never had this much stone fruit just to plow through.
I’ve been listening to the Sinners soundtrack all day, when the storms weren’t directly overhead. It seemed fitting.
I mean, so do the storms, although how's your head?
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The station Wakanomori was tuned to was doing similar, and there was one song in particular that caught my ear... but of course when I go to search it right now, I can't find it. Maybe I'll poke around more and return...
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I haven't had apricots in literal years. I have also eaten an unwise and rewarding quantity.
The station Wakanomori was tuned to was doing similar, and there was one song in particular that caught my ear... but of course when I go to search it right now, I can't find it. Maybe I'll poke around more and return...
I would love to know! They played contemporary artists, too. I particularly liked Jean Dawson's "Pirate Radio*" (2022).
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Ohhhh, glorious! *^^*
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I've eaten so many peaches. I regret nothing.
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It had a restoration in 2023! We think we weirded out the parent across the street who brought her children in from playing in the sprinkler, but I feel that if you live across from an artifact of enslavement (in the pole-star North, the same North of Metacomet and molasses), you should expect ritual activity on Juneteenth. I brought the rum in a water bottle.
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beams at you with all the light my melanin has absorbed
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*hugs*
You are incandescent.