Liberty’s Torch threw out a mist of golden New York Summer and I took my mind for a moment back beyond my fat gut and dull mind towards a youth, like Fern Hill, and Nixon and Acid and Sinatra. I saw the Nation as a great teeter totter and hoped and prayed that the tilt was coming soon… I hopped upon a memory of a movie I saw the other night. It was based on a Vonnegut short story called Mother Night and starred Nick Nolte. Now the movie was okay for a Vonnegut adaptation (which never work)… but the jewel of it was a sort of Hitchcockian Vonnegut cameo… with him walking down the street on the East Side where you used to see him walking and smoking with his dog. They shot it in slow motion and somehow his gangly, Protestant, German, dog face gave me faith in a world past religion…. secular humanism? Amen.
