Driving through the wild Wyoming Mountains with a young hippie girl as “50 ways to leave your lover” plays on the tape that she made for me. I can’t believe that she loves me.
I slam the door. “Go ahead and kill yourself” goes through my head. The radio plays “Sounds of Silence”.
We get done making love in the warm afternoon sunlight. “Cecilia” plays softly in the background.
The flood gate of memories is opened as Paul Simon is playing in Bend, Oregon.

Wench, bring my ale, what say you?

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