Wednesday night – I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now

Diane and I are home again in VT. after a great couple of days in SF at ISSCC. It was fun getting away from hear.. at the same time I was so excited to see Gabe this afternoon that I hung up on a work colleague to go give him a hug.  

We landed in BTV around 10.. then I worked soled until we headed up to Bolton for night riders. We ran into Kristin and Sydney both wearing Gabe’s clothes.. They looked like Gabe Clone… not Gabe Cohn.

Here’s the real deal, just for comparison..

It was raining like crazy out.. so Diane and I only watched the first couple of runs.. We were getting soaked so we headed inside. I started to bum french fires off of friends.. until Even and Ellis conspired to make me a mustard loaded frie. This is in retaliation to the mustard filled twinkie that I once made for Evan.. They say that revenge is a dish that’s best served cold.. but no one ever said that about french fries.

We sat up in the lounge waiting for the Night Riders competition to come to a soggy close.
As we were sitting there, this Bob Dylan song came on the music system ..

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Crimson flames tied through my ears
Rollin’ high and mighty traps
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
Using ideas as my maps
“We’ll meet on edges, soon,” said I
Proud ‘neath heated brow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now.

Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
“Rip down all hate,” I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull, I dreamed
Romantic facts of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now.

Girls’ faces formed the forward path
From phony jealousy
To memorizing politics
Of ancient ..history..
Flung down by corpse evangelists
Unthought of, thought, somehow
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Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now.

A self-ordained professor’s tongue
Too serious to fool
Spouted out that liberty
Is just equality in school
“Equality,” I spoke the word
As if a wedding vow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now.

In a soldier’s stance, I aimed my hand
At the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearing not that I’d become my enemy
In the instant that I preach
My existence led by confusion boats
Mutiny from stern to bow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now.

Yes, my guard stood hard
when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now.