Land of Make Believe

There is a melody in my head as I finish this bottle… how to describe it?  Mmm-hmm-mmm, I can’t place it and so wonder when I will get it back.  Must be like the Alzheimer’s feeling except worse, knowing it will be lost.  As I type I wonder about the imagination and the potential, where the knowledge comes from when you go into the think tank.

…And like that I have it.  How…?  It’s the Chuck Mangione Quartet, Land of Make Believe.  Like a vision in the night, joy sparked, creation of infinite wonder and the majesty. 

I want only live concerts, impromptu performances, ex temples.  Life.  Our man Phil is in hospice, after all his end of life planning, time has come even for him, as it comes for all.  

Video ordered for Andrew for St Pat.  Plans for next weekend at White Point.  Millions of fuel dollars up in smoke on a Friday afternoon.  Prices are what they are.  Circumstances and fate too.  Alas Alack.  And all in your own head, which is soon increasing in size with the new one.  The perspectives anyway, the hopes and dreams.  

The way she goes.  This has been a nice bottle of Oyster Bay. A nice Friday.  Thanks in no part to music from before I was born.  What a creation.  Haven’t even started into the idea of Hikaru Nakamura and the wonder of modern day chess, among the greatest of all-time human inventions and slowly being overwhelmed by the power of machines.  At the last!

The signs.  I will tell you about it all someday, my son.  I promise.