Time is an ocean

 But it ends at the shore 

You may not see me here tomorrow (Dylan) 

Truer words may never have been spoken…and you won’t see me here tomorrow, I’m bound for the great state of South Carolina, quite possibly my final refuge in a 60 year storm….. the hardest part of knowing so many great, interesting characters of the night…..is watching so many of them die……most of my close friends are also the youngest in their family like me…and so naturally we hung out and around older cool cats…….. I remember in the days, weeks and months after the world trade….not wanting to answer the phone or read a text , it felt like a never ending parade of bad news……these days feel similar ….. but I still wouldn’t trade my lifetime of experiences and all the characters that played a role for all the tea in CHIna…..

We grew up together
From the cradle to the grave
We died and were reborn
And then, mysteriously saved