Aficionado of fine television that I am, I channel-surfed in search of a suitable televisual feast to go with my cold pizza and root beer float. The battery in my remote went dead and left me stranded on Channel 53 with nothing more than an annoying episode of the real psychic friends network or truly amazing psychics. I started to think about our blues society, about what we were doing and where we might be headed. The precursory probing passed quickly. Not one to mince words, Malveena came right to the point.
Enough money is raised to pay the bills and fatten the treasury.
The enthusiasm generated kekeps enough folks interested adn involved, they go on to continue the work started by others. CABS prospers and expands, and the festival becomes a tremendous annual event. I was pleased. It looked like our hard work would pay off. But Malveena said there were two futures.