Outside The Egg

i went outside my comfort zone saturday, and beeped just east of prospect and independence avenue. i didn’t know what to expect when i accepted amy fisher’s invitation to bring beep goes the weasel to the egg gallery. music came in the form of carrots, celery, and yes– hard boiled eggs. i taught folks how to play smoke on the water, sleepwalk, and other various sundry jams. the cold weather weeded out the sissies, and the rest of us had a good time.