I get a little insomnia sometimes, when something or somethings are stuck in my mind and letting them go doesn’t seem possible. It’s a combo of stress over business and the death of friends. His songs swim around my ears these last weeks while knowing his end was coming and afterward I would be in a place like this, observing the speed of life passing including this one. In our last conversation, I said I’m respecting my reward to which he said that’s my line, to which I said I know. I quoted a few of his lyrics and it made him laugh. I didn’t always make him laugh but it was easy in our last talk. He had a song called Women Are The Only Hope. In Anne Hansen’s excellent writing, she addressed that perfectly. She said he would mention it often, even if he already told you the day before. I remember it was one of the few times I was comfortable to disagree. Not that I could persuade him otherwise, and not that I didn’t respect his conclusion that this might resolve all planetary problems. It’s just that I’ve also known women who are rotten to the core and some men who are saints. It doesn’t hold up. Then again his next line sort of repositions the statement, Women Are The Only Hope, If There’s Any Hope At All.