Bluegrass people wear Velcro sandals.  The weather today sucks. The Sonics suck.  A woman’s handbag is her own private territory.  What do these statements have in common?  Nothing.  So why are you still reading this? (Please say you still are. It gets better, really.)  Because you want to know what’s going on.  Well, it’s a literary event, one of those things where you’re never quite sure what the writer/speaker is going to do or say next. Just like the beginning of this blog entry, see?  You didn’t know what was going on, and you stuck with it so now you do.  Your reward?  You now will know, right now, that poet Judith Skillman will read her words tonight at The Seven Muses gallery. Pretty cool, eh? Cool enough to make you skip "The Office,” eh? Eh? â€" Suzy Stump