We’re losing them just about every week now. Dylan could drop dead tonight. The end of the line for my generation is at long last rapidly approaching. My brother-in-law was diagnosed last week with 4th-stage liver cancer, no treatment possible, six months to live. That’s what happens when you get old, which I for one have somehow become. You too? I’m actually use to it now---my old friends and bandmates starting dying about ten years ago (alcohol, diet, poverty, suicide). Unlike the WWII Generation, we boomers are weak. Party on, Garth.
