An old friend died three days ago back in Maryland. It wasn’t all that unexpected, but still one feels the blow. His wife wrote, “I take great comfort in knowing his spirit is free. I just wish I knew where he was!” That made me me laugh. We’re at that age, I guess. It’s like you’re driving everyone you know to the greatest party in the world—visions of old trips across the Bay to hear the Grateful Dead are relevant—and you turn around and half of them are gone!