Raindrops Keep Falling On My Glasses

 

 

Tie o’ the Day #1 wants to go fishing for trout with Gary. What that means is that Tie o’ the Day and fly-fishy shirt and I want Gary to go fishing for us, returning with trout galore. Tie is from Countess Mara. Shirt is from Field & Stream. It has a much breezier and lighter feel than yesterday’s hefty Field & Stream flannel. It’s colder and rainier outside today, but I was flanneled-out.

I drove down to Daybreak today, to see my Doctor o’ Bipolarity. The name Daybreak made me wonder if when they begin building homes at Point o’ the Mountain–where Utah State Prison’s days are now numbered–will they name the developments/cities Prison Break? No matter what suburby names they call ’em, I will always think: Prison Break.

Below, Tie o’ the Day #2 is my peacenik, beatnik tie. From 14th & Union. Shirt is, of course, the same from earlier today. After my visit with my Doc o’ Bipolarity this afternoon, I felt the need for stability and peace. I felt sticking with the same shirt was a stable thing I could do. And the tie is a calming influence.

Back when I was a munchkin, the peace symbol was considered a radical symbol of the evil, hippie counterculture. Flipping the peace sign to your friends while riding your bike uptown in Delta could get Roy Wood, policeman extraordinaire, to pull you over and give you a talking to. For some reason, after I mentioned my cop talk to Dad, Officer Wood started flipping me the peace sign whenever we passed each other. And I always flipped it right back to him. Dad had a way of helping other people–shall we say– see things from a different perspective. Amazingly, he could show them the limits of their thinking, without making them feel idiotic, and without losing their friendship.