Another cool spring morning, the sky a dark skull cap with white around the edges. The cap will come off and the white will grow to fill the sky. Sun is forecast for tomorrow and it said it will be warm.

The Daffodils are up and jaunty, the Tulips are on their way. They will soon cup like the bottoms of young women. Sex and drugs and rock and roll. I was never, if there is such a thing, a hippy though I tried drugs, tried sex and loved rock and roll. This was all right before I came to New York from New Orleans. I came to NewYork in 1971.

Flowers, so called flower children. So slender their stalks. I was one of the few who truly believed in love.