During the 60’s, I dropped acid at the LA airport during a long flight delay. The acid was good. Too good. It forced me to seek refuge at a nearby theater where Zeffirelli’s Romeo and Juliet was playing. By the end of the movie I had mellowed. When I arrived in Cedar Rapids, it seemed just another day.
I still adore that movie. My acid days ended a long time ago.
Make use. — From Raymond Carver’s poem Sunday Night.
It’s the summer of 2014. I’m reading Herodotus. Quite frankly, this is a bit of a shock. I never expected I’d live this long.