Me looking at my watch while this grey-bearded guy entertains us with profound statements that we’ve heard a hundred times.

My daughter is watching something on TV. I am surprised she is still up. “How was the party?” I ask. “Okay,” she says. “Where have you been?” she asks. I tell her of Utah Phillips at Point Arena. “Was it a beautiful night on the coast?” she asks.

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