Hi readers. Thanks for coming by.
I was going to tell you and forgot. Graduation day at the cardiac physical therapy facility a little fat guy about my age who’s always pretended I don’t exist was standing nearby as I chugged water. He asked one of the other guys who the graduation banner was up for.
“It’s for Jack. He’s graduating today.”
“I wonder if he’ll celebrate by getting a shave and haircut.”
To which I couldn’t resist, “No, but I might try to gain 40 pounds, get six inches shorter and start picking my nose a lot.”
I’m thinking I might have run into the guy in an all-night truck stop when I was hitching through in 1965. 2 am drunken local good old boys noticed me in a back booth swilling coffee waiting for daybreak.
“Hey, what have we got here? Are you one of the Beetles?”
“Isn’t it a little late for that shit?”
Some things never change.
Old Jules
So Far From Heaven 