In Mexico sipping the Sunset with a “Summer breeze” so luscious I could live forever as I coax Lucky Man outta my player when before I could spark my cigar the song proves prophecy as a small girl squeals with mad delight as her strong daddy chases her—his affection as evident as the setting Sun—the only thing to do was send the song out to him: Lucky Man for true as I leaned back & lit the cigar with cool smoke.

One sure sign you’re getting older and leaving childhood behind is when you set the alarm for…a Saturday morning.  What the heck!

Two overheard comments:

Friday night at Green Mangos delicious Thai food joint.  Small kid bucking a super fresh Spider-Man t-shirt leaping out of his seat and making his way to the bathroom passes my table exactly at the same moment he half concludes half announces: “I Love my chicken breath!”

Ok then.

Sigh: the eroding integrity of the academy is on fine display today: Garbage Dreams was not nominated.

In our kitchen it’s like the fridge has a sign that says Post No Bills.