Photo of a photo, salvaged from a stack found in one of those white envelopes, buried in the basement of the house that I grew up in. Summer blonde, with the Izod grin, mobile, ready to camp anywhere in the Volkswagen. That was freedom, when others drove the bus. Today, my kids are about to turn 17 and 13, and I’m a parent. Did you know that July 23rd is National Parents’ Day? I’m probably going to be offline that day, so here’s to an early celebration. BIG thank you, Mom and Dad!
i also have a borrowed walkman with one cassette, phish, rift, when you’re there, i sleep lengthwise, and when you’re gone, i sleep diagonal in my bed. july, 1993, and i’m in ojaca, honduras, you won’t find it on a map. i have fleas. listen to rift over and over again, itching in my sleeping bag, while looking for fleas by flashlight. 2am, i give up on sleeping because i have to be up at 4am to hitchhike back to gracias, a smallish town that is on a map. and you’d never believe it, but it was a great night, sometimes suffering is like that. PS-i don’t even really like phish
Daniel W. Polk 