I stand atop the Sand Dunes at the foot of the Sangre de Cristo, the blood of Christ, my back to the wind. The sand swirls around me, my pockets fill with it, my feet sink in it till I am buried up to my ankles. There are grains of sand in my teeth and
There is a soundtrack to my life. Its always been there, playing in the background. Certain songs and certain musicians informing my actions consciously or unconsciously; creating memories, intertwining, becoming inseparable from that moment in time. A man who created a large chunk of that soundtrack is gone. Lou Reed died last Sunday. I first
