I almost threw my back out which is weird considering I stretch almost every day. Must have been that wrong turn after Albuquerque. We are so vulnerable, so easy to forget like in the Castaneda books when Don Juan says death is always sitting on your shoulder (the left one if you want to know). The view from where I am now is different. Forever older people used to seem older, now not so much. Started to read The Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison. When people first referenced it I thought they meant the Hollywood version, the person who removes bandages, then cannot be seen, but this is better. Political, historical and powerful. I like when he describes his grandfather on his deathbed calling his father near, “Son, after I’m gone, I want you to keep up the good fight. I never told you but our life is a war and I have been a traitor all my born days in the enemy’s country ever since I give up my gun back in the reconstruction. Live with your head in the lion’s mouth. I want you to overcome ’em with yes’s; undermine ’em with grins; agree ’em to death and destruction; let ’em swallow you ’till they vomit or bust wide open.” Took my nephew bowling along with his cousin and two other uncles. Many John Turturro imitations later, all agreed on the good time and probable long memories for those less than thirteen. My daughter, just back from France, wants me to play the pop radio station when we drive but I would not budge from my playlist of The Band, honouring both the recent death of Robbie Robertson and me just having picked up Levon Helm’s book lamenting the multiverse he knew first hand. The quote on the cover from Bob Dylan, “expertly written with heart and soul by one of the true heroes of my generation”.