On the rare day that Fred went with something metal-like, which jolted me awake, I needed to the bring it down a notch. I had a photorefractive keratectomy laser procedure (similar to lasik in some ways) on Friday and for the first time in 30 years I am wearing neither glasses nor contact lenses. I can’t fully see yet, and keep reaching to put on glasses that no longer make sense or work. Strange, strange feeling.
Ryley wrote about this song: “Song about some chick, mushrooms and the Shenandoah Valley. One of my favorite zones in the country.”