Tonight, at the Marble Street Brewery, in Albuquerque,” Group Therapy” has the stage.

They rock out with ” Classic rock and roll “, blues, jazz , Latin, boogie woogie, funk, and even some gospel to keep the mood changing.

With the sun plummeting, this brew pub’s tanks look heavenly. Food trucks, parked out front, provide eats at the curb and the brewery sells its own brews with names like ” Lizard Tail , ”  Cactus Blossom, ” ” Marble Street Mirage.”

There are tattoos here as well as beer, and, for me, 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, thank goodness, can play even in the worst of times. 

 

 

 

 

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