For cryin' out loud, people., how to take the fun out of FUN. Any old day, you can throw together a pb and J sandwich; grab a thermos of beverage of choice and a bag of M&Ms and go for a ride on your bike. Of course, if you are trapped in the contemporary fuss-budget ethic, you'll have to get hand-ground cashew butter from Bristol Farms; locally sourced boysenberry jam from that cute little place near Monterey; 12-grain bread that was kneaded by a trio of aspiring starlets; and a bag of only the green M&Ms culled by underpaid but on-the-way-up synth stars. If I believed in god, I'd thank Her for having me born in 1940 and putting me in North Beach in 1960, to say nothing of southside Chicago a few years later.

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