I live and work in what is predominantly a retirement and resort community. I am a single father--again--as I try to raise my two children in a community of retired people, medical marijuna patients, and Canucks. Meanwhile I am like a fish out of water, and i mean this literally. I can only swim in pools here. My best thoughts come to me while I am in the water and the colder the better. Yes, I am the master of digression but as long as I explain the connections, it is all good.
I do still see Frankie from time to time. He is probably younger than the patrons of the piano bars where he sings and he drives his own convertible around the strip. From Palm Springs to Rancho Mirage, sometimes down the serpentine road across the wash two or three times, even to Indio. Then back to the cemetery in Cat City.
