A Life . . . Well, Lived

“I’m waiting for my man
Twenty-six dollars in my hand
Up to Lexington 1-2-5
Feeling sick and dirty more dead than alive
I’m waiting for my man.”

“Dark, dark my light, and darker my desire
My soul, like some heat-maddened summer fly,
Keeps buzzing at the sill.”   - Theodore Roethke

The tent cities that sprang up during the great depression were called “Hoovervilles” . . . Maybe the cities and towns with scores of empty foreclosed homes should be called “Bushvilles”.

Here is a shot that I took of Sandra in the living room . . .

To my friend of 25 years . . . Johnny “Savage” Saulovich

Somebody’s Ringin’ The Bell.
Someone’s Knockin’ At The Door.
Somebody’s Ringin’ The Bell.
Do Me A Favor,
Open The Door And Let ‘Em In.

As the economy melts . . .

“There is nothing funny about Halloween. This sarcastic festival reflects, rather, an infernal demand for revenge by children on the adult world.”  - Jean Baudrillard

“Old and young disbelieve one another’s truths”.

- Mason Cooley

I received the below snapshot today of me (looking old) with Minnie and Stacey (looking young) . . . It’s from Stacey’s birthday trip last month to the pumpkin patch in Halfmoon Bay . . .