The Dale (she’s been known to call herself that) and the spirit of Lena Horne are appearing at a jazz and poetry event held the third Friday of each month at a religious site which decided to brave some cultural norms in a small, nearly privately owned (not constitutionally recognized) and politically powerful hip-pocket locale (think teensy airport and secured island) in the buckle of the Bible Belt. Dale is a transplanted New Englander via her role as an appendage to a former federal agent, now holding full-time local status post wish-it-was-fiction-divorce. She is a clinical social worker and poet, and makes appearances as house Jew at many occasions, which is an auspicious position (news @ 6, 7, 11, etc.) these days, demi-oldish hippie, full time observer/commentator/laugher/beach walker. She is grateful for this opportunity.
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