[Photo by Hugh McCarten]

If you've been following this string of posts you have already lived — vicariously, alas! — the by now legendary adventures of J. B. and myself as we confounded the sharks and broke the hearts of the guppies at a large Las Vegas card room, sped through Utah evading wicked Mormons at every turn, all the while spending our ill-gotten gains at the finest fast-food restaurants known to humanity, and arrived finally in breathtaking Wyoming.

                                                                                                                            [Photo by Corinne Chubb]

As I've said, J. B. brought a couple of new songs with him, but here's an old one he sang in Wyoming, in yet another Corinne Chubb video posted on YouTube.

“Mother Night”

This one wowed us back in the day, when J. B. first composed it, and still wows us in our dotage.  It occurs to me that hearing all these old songs, so rich in memories, didn't make me feel young again — it made me feel old, in a good way.  It reminded me of all the twists and turns on the paths that led me to where I am now, and gave me an occasion to kick back and appreciate all of them, the bright ones and the dark ones equally.

It was a kind of blessing.

As James Taylor once sang, “The secret of life is enjoying the passage of time.”  It's quite a wonderful thing, when you think about it.