Last night I went to my poetry circle in Smithville, home of the movie Hope Floats. It was a great meeting. We read our pieces, and discussed many aspects of writing and thinking. A wonderful, inspirational group! When it was over I was one of the last to leave. Went out to the car, and was enchanted by the beautiful, warm night on the wide open Main Street of Smithville. Unusual, this month in Texas, to feel warm, not hot, even at 9 at night. With a hint of coolness in the soft breeze. I was delighted. Then I heard the sound of a woman singing the blues from somewhere on the quiet street, and walked toward the sound. Found a little place called The Front Room Wine Bar, and went in. No live blues singer, but Etta James on the speaker, while several people sat around the bar, drinking and chatting. I took a stool, ordered a martini, and joined the quiet conversation with strangers. Most pleasant evening, all in all.