Beamer. I’m nothing but a beamer. Or was it dreamer? Anyways, coped quite well today. Thanks to extra lovely people and customers all day. It was like dreaming, all right. Kind of being beside myself. Being carried in a way, I sailed through the day. Much to the credit of the community I work with for years. Tomorrow might be a different story. As I have to get up again in, what, four hours it is, again. At service at five in the morning. Three tournaments in a row. Evening matinée included. To mark some important lady’s 70th birthday. Wonder who’ll carry me through that. But then again, am I not one of the last Supertramps around?
Supertramp, Beamer, no Dreamer