Sitting at Rainey Park, I had told myself I would not leave the apartment today but it is too beautiful and afternoon to spend screaming at the computer. It is cooler out but the Sun feels nice and warm. I saw the positive spirited graffiti on the way over and got a couple of pictures. None of those two are lyrics from the Bob Dylan song that is the title of this post but they struck me as in the same spirit. Working on a whole bunch of things, feeling some of that Zen peace that comes from clear concentration and dedicated work. A friend invited me over for football at his place in Brooklyn but I declined, with no explanation, suggesting that I will keep a Sunday open in the future for that. Because I really would like to do it. Just did not want to break out of my zone today. Watching the water move past, it is moving so freaking fast. I might go out on a sailboat next weekend and if the water is moving like this we could probably sail to Maine. The East River water is way too high for me to see where my hard drives have moved to, but I did check in on the cars and see that the busted up Volkswagen is still there along with the car behind it. One new mystery is that a car I thought was involved with this ersatz chop shop and which had a flat tire for a couple of years now is on the other side of the street and the flat tire is fixed. So maybe that car has worked all along and legitimately belongs to somebody. I have seen no evidence of the Chop Shop people since the car I reported was removed. But I still feel like I’m entering into a criminal operation anytime I walk on that street.
