Electric_guitar   I’m stuck in the East. It’s out in the west, Gotta mess with with TSA and you know the rest. Only have the dime to make this rhyme. Can’t get out to the Conference this time.

I’ve got the PantheaCon blues! OH… I’ve got the PantheaCon Blues. There’s no use breaking rules when you’ve got the PantheaCon Blues.

There’ll be lectures. And points to argue. And there’ll be parties. And probably booze. But I’m stuck here, staring at this screen. Only digital Dell love for me, you know what I mean.

I’ve got the PantheaCon blues! OH Yea! I’ve got the PantheaCon Blues. There’s no use breaking rules when you’ve got the PantheaCon Blues.

Now, they’re all there, starting to schmooze. I’m left tending hearth and singing the blues. No use a-crying, Yea. C’est la vie! But, by my word, I’ll see ya next year in Cali.

I’ve got the PantheaCon blues! OH Yea! I’ve got the PantheaCon Blues. There’s no use breaking rules when you’ve got the PantheaCon Blues.

  (Above Photo by Feliciano Guimarães)