Tonight, at the Marble Street Brewery, in Albuquerque,” Group Therapy” rocks.
They rock with rock and roll, blues, jazz , Latin, boogie woogie, funk, and some gospel to change the mood.
With the sun plummeting, this brew pub’s tanks look heavenly. Food trucks, parked in front, provide eats at the curb and the brewery sells beers with names like ” Lizard Tail , ” Cactus Blossom, ” ” Marble Street Mirage.”
There are tattoos here as well as beer but there is something unsettling about nearly indistinct anchors on men’s brawny forearms and drooping roses on the ankles of grandmother’s.
Kids play in front of the establishment and the neighborhood isn’t overwhelmed this evening by street people drifting in from third street to panhandle, urinate on storefronts, exchange numbers for free medical care, bump fists to show solidarity.
At their drinking holes, Greeks discussed ” truth ” and ” beauty. ” Romans discussed ” taxes, barbarians and the provinces”. ” Americans talk about ” 401K’s, gas prices, Trump, and whether you can have a country without borders. ”
Kids can play even in the worst of times.