Tony was in town, I found out through his blog too late, but we managed to hook up for drinks and healing herbs before he took the plane back up to his northern abode. We should have taken it a sign when our cosmo-personal speculations interpretations and effusions were interrupted by a swarm of speed-daters and were cast out into the night pulled along by Tony’s dog Aurora that our meeting would end fuzzed out by beer and the voices of karaoke angels.