I finally eat a donut from the box cops left on table back at seven o'clock. Donuts. That prooves they are cops.
The drummers have left. Bummer.
WE ARE ON THE AIR. I WANT TO THANK COWLES MOUNTAIN...
Two employees from Ruby's come by, leaving a stack of 15% discount cards. I wonder if I can get them to buy a sponsorship slot in these journal pages. Heh heh... guess I am a capitalist, too.
WE ARE GOING TO PRESENT A SERIES OF SKITS... WHAT? DOES IT MAKE A DIFFERENCE WHICH MICROPHONE WE USE... CAN YOU HEAR ME?
Yes, barely. His voice echoes dimly over the empty parking lot. I think he can use a lesson from Samantha the witch. Her aggravating cackle was impossible to ignore. But she has left.
TELL THE REPUBLICAN CONGRESS THAT THEY ARE NOT GOING TO HAVE THEIR WAY WITH US!
(Ah, a bit of enthusiasm. Perhaps the spirit of Samantha has settled upon his shoulders?)
I finger the book I brought to read. Dhalgren by Samuel Delany. I could use a trip to Bellona.
WHY DON'T YOU JOIN ME IN SINGING THAT FAMOUS DEMOCRATIC SONG, "HAPPY DAYS ARE HERE AGAIN...."
He launches into a version with so many key changes and atonal notes that I wonder if he got a degree in avant-garde music from UCSD. Well... he does stay close to the mike - and is loud, now - small blessing, not?
Song ended, he gives way to a woman:
THE REPUBLICAN PARTY HAS RELEGATED WOMAN'S ISSUES TO THE WASTE BASKET....
Ah she knows how to use the microphone properly. Maybe give a rousing speech to all ten people who are listening. But, after only a moment, she gives it back to Mr. Boring Can't-Sing.
MUMBLE MUMBLE REVOLUTION MUMBLE MUMBLE.
(Not with a bang, but a whimper.)(Samantha, HELP!)
(Anyone?????!!!!!)
A cameraman with tripod comes into the lot, looks around, leaves.
Shuffle shuffle meander around the stage:
INTRODUCE THE VICE PRESIDENT OF OUR DEMOCRATIC CLUB....
The Union-Tribune reporter comes back with a caffeine soda, "Maybe this will help me stay awake during these exciting speeches...."
I laugh, shake my head.
In the distance, crowds continue to funnel across Harbor Drive toward the approaching Dole-welcoming ceremony. The morning is getting rather warm. Wonder if anyone's fainted yet.
WELL, THE LIGHT IS YELLOW, WE STILL HAVE FIVE MINUTES, WHAT DO YOU THINK?
Look down at the sign-in sheet. Both Democratic hours have logged in. Hope the next one is a little more active....
The microphone shuts off. Red light.
I hear an unamplified chant coming from some of the younger Democrats, "Ho-ho, hey hey, affirmative action is hear to stay! Education is our right, affirmative action is our fight!"
If their elders had any sense, they would give them the microphone when the green light comes back on for the next Democratic hour... who? Oh yeah, "East County Democrats....".