Wednesday, April 23, 2008


We've been in so many hospital rooms this month that things are getting strange. The patients are recovering but us, the caring duo, are stumbling around, sleep deprived and wobbly.

When I saw this it seemed perfectly o.k. to me, dreams and wake having blurred into a state familiar to those who lived through the sixties. New York in spring is blooming. Far out, man.

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