HOW LIKE LIFE
I'm thinking the silliest among us
have lost all reason and the rest are
gone from the show. The whimsical
lighthouse has left its lamppost shining.
I had a friend with a book. He carried
it everywhere, showing everyone how it
was his name on the cover, all that he'd
written and put there. Some places we
went, he even expected special parking.
That's why I always liked the city :
you never needed a car, and if you had
one anyway, you were sort of just stuck.
Everything remains the same, and you
still have to find ways to get to it all.