On a day like this I feel like the oldest dog in the pound who just got taken home to live like a king for his remaining days. As Kurt would say, "If this isn't nice, what is?"
I am finally learning to tune out the static from the news. Oh, I'm still outraged and my heart is broken on a regular basis. I care as much as ever. Anguish that I'm unable to convert to action, however, won't change the world.
Did I come along at the right time- you know, Elvis, hot rods, peace & love- or do I just romanticise the life I've lived?
Who cares? I've sung my songs to the sweetest folks in the world.
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