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Paul DeMark was in touch recently with much musical news. His group’s second CD came out, and he is at work in spare time writing about his experiences in music. And the group recently opened for Willie Nelson. The new Delta Nationals’ CD takes a big step beyond the first CD. It is still a compendium of American music but it is all original material this time and it is called “All over the Map” – my fave rave on the outing is Everlasting, co-written by none other than Paul and including Joyce Hough on vocals. Check out the Delta National’s web site . Is this the same guy that I encountered sitting cross-legged on the steps of Cambridge Castle on the East Side of Milwaukee in 1971? Really serious dude who could watch the world go by waiting for the lotus in the stream? Yes! He divulges: Eddie Floyd is an influence. Who’d a thunk?! Paul on the path of dharma is a wonder. This music business can cut-cha – but Paul has stayed on the case and has much to show with All Over the Map, bro....

I am in a dance forever with the news. I try to slow down or give it up. Conflagraton brings it to fever. The stock markets are unpredictable now and sectors are melting. And there I am at the news counter. Gotta have it. And here on page A22 are the Rosenberg boys - then and now - in one of those stories that plays on and on - this is a very sad picture, the folks are about to be executed - one wearing a Dodgers shirt and riding a rocking horse like mine; other reading the Daily News; healine: SPIES GET 1 MORE DAY - and Sam Roberts' story is called "Rosenbergs' Sons Sadly Accept That Father Was a Spy" - whew! Appartenly Martin Sobell on his way to a Better Place has let the world in on some factual details of long ago. It seem pretty clear for a long time that David Greenglass was doing what he could for the World Congress of Communism Cause, and was in cahoots with Julius Rosenberg - that Klaus Fuchs was working his butt off too - that the Ruskies were capabble of...

Who are the extras? I have to ask the odd intoxicant morning of trains. The crowd streams forward - the Sparrow auto-mo-nauts in a Greek chorus blood quest between me and the local to Greenbush. They are filming a movie in Boston’s South Station. With Robert DeNiro and Jesus Mel Gibson. The extras are overdressed. It gradually occurs to us. They are wearing trench coats. Soldiering in steps. For them it’s not Saturday morning. Who are the extras? I have to ask. They are immortal and brief, practiced in unhurriedness. You go here says the director - Track 13 says my conductor. Who are the extras? I ask picking up a paper. DeNiro has left the Edge of Darkness. Says the Saturday Herald.