"My younger self talks to my older self after meeting me at the coffee shop" - Mark Bromberg
"... but you don't go hiking any more?"
"Oh sure, the urban canyons are pretty exciting too."
"No I mean the mountains and the woods."
"At this age it's all mountains and woods. The streets are filled with beasts and wonders."
"Well that seems like a cop-out for some kind of old book-reading hippie."
"But you see, that's the pleasure of it. After awhile, to a certain age, the fun is all up here."
(my older self taps noggin.) "I have friends."
"Not only imaginary ones, I hope."
"Real ones. Just because I'm older doesn't mean my brains don't work."
"Still a hard head, though. Putting your head through a windshield ..."
"No, that was you, remember, freshman year in Toronto,
riding shotgun in a '65 Mustang."
"Oh yeah, right. Well, your memory's good."
"I'm still a writer, smart-ass. Now I just topple over occasionally."
"Ouch. Well, the falls still haven't knocked any sense into you."
"It's a gift. I'm still more surprised by imagination than reality."
" ... well, gotta run. I'm heading to the bookstore for more Burroughs."
"See you there ... still reading. Some things don't change."
"Anything I haven't done yet? I'm surprised I'm still around at 60 plus."
That question stops the older me for a minute. Finally, I have it.
"Only one thing. ... you still haven't met Keith Richards."
(2013 photo by David Noah)