Oh man, coincidence, I just dug up that ol’ interview n listened to it late last night to

entertain a Zinfandel sloshed brain; some entertainment is pleasure-pain combined & I

thought about your cousin (wondered what became) & the line about “the pain n shame

of surrender” surrender to what? the avoidance/denial that shrouds all undercurrents of

truths deprived of light around a lakeside collective no matter how perfect a day by a

lake is …& the perpetual question.  The perpetual question.  The perpetual question…  

OH MAN  (Hawkwinds taking shape again … and again … and again) … for what ?

Tell us a joke, David, please, just one joke ~~ a riddle (not a conundrum necessarily)

maybe a shaggy dog story,  a funny anecdotal limerick that doesn’t include an old man

from Nantucket, something to break the cloud cover over black water turning bleaker.

No, not to fall back asleep, sir, ...just to slip in a jab that tweaks the conscious jovial;

Some wholly temporary term of endearment for the dented swollen temporal lobes.

Post us a Saturday morning love song David Baerwald ... just to remind us again.