Alexa was playing Steely Dan’s Jack Of Speed for me tonight when a lyric came across my ears about “that right-wing hooey sure stunk up the joint“. All of a sudden I felt politicized. My favorite band of all time are liberal wackos! It may never be the same now… How come I never heard that line clearly before?
I’m down to the last chapter of Jack Kerouac’s On The Road. I never read books anymore and for me to pick up the book that prompted me to spend several years hitching around the country as a teenager, and read it to the conclusion, makes me question my reality.
My right hip is going south, totally out of my control. When I sit for even the shortest time, I limp when I arise. I sadly suspect that there will come a time when I ride the bus, as opposed to driving it.
On that note, I vow to rock on. I treasure every second of my life and it will have to be dragged from my keyboard one drop at a time…
View from my driveway this morning ↑