This morning I read that Joe Cocker had died and, of course, it saddened me.
Then I began to think of those days long gone when we were young and filled with the excitement of change. I began to think of the many hours spent in the coffee shop in deep philosophical discussion . . . all wrapped in a purple haze of peace and love and how we were going to end the war and make a difference in the world.. . and . . . and . . . 40+ years later, look what the fuck actually happened!
Joe’s passing didn’t bring on the tears, but that thought sure as all hell did . . . and does.