I’ll be your mirror

I feel hesitant to write here in the Blog today because my mind is all filled up with interconnecting thoughts and ideas which only I can begin to make sense of – possibly – the hopping and skipping from one thing to something wildly other – just like that.

The Velvet Underground tune from which the title of today’s post derives, the Route 62’s I’ve known in my life, and may get to know even more, the joy of whimsy, of which I was reminded (I do not ever need to be reminded) of yesterday in my long conversation with my friend Don in the Starbucks in the Point Loma part of town, which (Point Loma) I know and don’t know – bookstores and guitar buyers and that Trader Joe’s on Womble Road.

See.