Ode To John Denver

I'm not sure why, but the other night I had a dream about John Denver. Evidently I was hanging out with his son, who left to go get sandwiches or something.

While he was gone, John asked me to go into the hot tub which was outside with a beautiful mountain view. I told John I couldn't but then I thought to myself, I wonder if John knows he is going to die soon.

How sad is that?

You see, subconsciously I am thinking about Mr. Denver because we are approaching the 15th anniversary of his death, which happens to be my birthday. He was flying one of those single engine planes and crashed it along the California coast.

He was a talented man...with a rather sad life. He seemed to be a romantic at heart but battled the demons of being an alcoholic.

I guess it is safe to say that no one is perfect (except Roark of course).