Mary told wonderful stories of those days; including one of her flying with the base mailman in an open cockpit plane — upside down — over Grand Island, much to the concern of her landlady, Mrs. Livingston.
Oh, but that's such a small part. Read it all.
And while reading Andy Borowitz, I saw this piece. If they gave the Nobel to Dylan, Leonard Cohen can't be far behind.
He alternated between extreme discipline and the varieties of abandon. There were days of fasting to concentrate the mind. There were drugs to expand it: pot, speed, acid. “I took trip after trip, sitting on my terrace in Greece, waiting to see God,” he said years later. “Generally, I ended up with a bad hangover.”
No word on whether he ever flew upside down in an open cockpit plane. But then, it doesn't sound like he needed the plane.
"Putting your house in order, if you can do it, is one of the most comforting activities, and the benefits of it are incalculable.”
Words to live by.