Posted by trules in ageing, american culture, art from the fabric of my life, beatles, culture, friendship, john lennon, LA airport, LAPD, los angeles, old friends, road rage, west side story, when i'm 64
on May 11th, 2011 |
i’m a civilized man. intelligent, educated, compassionate, even, some might say, sophisticated in the ways of the world. i’ve traveled a good deal of the planet, survived cancer; i have a good job at a major university, i married for the 1st time at 54 years old; hell, i have a lot to be grateful for. then why, oh why, dear shiva-allah-buddha-yaweh-whoever the fuck is in charge, is my goddam temper still on a such a short leash, threatening to explode in the most unpredictable, humiliating, and inopportune times? am i a fool? or am i just cursed?
it’s a good day. the boys are in town for my...