paul·a·ver

Thanks to all the cool folks who joined me for tapas to celebrate my birthday at Mojito last night.

Well, I’m not exactly happy about it, but today, I start a fifth decade.

Most days are all songs.

I drop into the water, and a shiver electrifies my spine, exploding out my fingertips. “Gah!” I shake my head. No waders. Bare chest.

It is 50 years since one of America’s favorite adopted Canadians found a publisher for On the Road, and I am heading out, towing my own Dean and Sal, to the Golden Gate. Of course, we’ll be flying over the flyover, so we’ll miss most of the whole road thing.