Beatnik Bob and I were talkingover at Starbucks this morningabout the death of Beatle Bob,a St Louis characteralways fresh on the music scene,dancing wildly up front at all the shows,drawing lots of attention to himself.And then someone brought upa Facebook page on their phonewhere everyone was ripping Bob apart,saying he was a selfish scoundrel.It made me feel sick because of a phraseChief taught me long ago. It’s something like,“Non Dice Malum De Mortibus.”
If I’d never heard that phrase—oreven if I’d only heard it in English—I might have joined the rabid trolls.But you see the fancy Latingave it the aura of a canon. And plusI always dug Beatle Bob, alwayslooked for him back in the day.
At any rate, I’m soon off to Walmartfor necessities. I’m running lowon shampoo and body wash. If myintuition is correctand the whole world’s soon to end in firemaybe I shouldn’twaste my money on that stuff.Maybe I should get a pizza.
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