A visit with the dead.

The other night I had a wonderful dream of meeting up with dead friends. It wasn't morbid. I woke up practically laughing.

It was a wonderful meeting up with a lot of the bums and throwaways I hung out with on Cannery Row back in the day. It was a dream of all the humor and pathos of life back in the day.

A lot of the guys I knew back in the day died like flies in accidents mostly related to commercial fishing.

By the time I turned 35 I felt like a fugitive from the Law of Averages.

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