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Anguish and Joy at the Jazz Festival

Rochester. July 2. Thousands milling about in the streets closed to traffic downtown. Dave wanted to smoke a joint so he went into a porta-potty and fired one up. Finally someone rapped on the door which caused him to stagger out in a cloud of smoke like the victim of a magic trick gone wrong. I worked off my Abbott’s custard by dancing non-stop to Trombone Shorty.