A Manifesto!A luxury high rise is being built to save an empty skyline, yellowing in a blonde streaked neighborhood! Chico plies its skies with leaves, hops, an almond shaped tree and yellow gold early afternoons. Everything is yellowing to mimic the largest moon in the west. Half of the year is spent in an oven, half is spent asleep…

Shit! I slept in! I missed the barbecue. Oh well: I will see you at the bar. One bar does not a community make but a street with seven bars is a modest empire!

The Baptists are singing, the Neighborhooders are preparing for the Venusian blast off, and the Catholics are falling asleep under stars the size of whale teeth to the sound of the speedway battles of stock car warriors. Can we get a doctor here?! I need an operation to slice open the sagging bulge of Coors lust and bathe in the bracing, mountain waters where the salmon run deep!