I just remembered: I dreamed last night that I met Rod Beck at Simon’s! He was sitting at the bar, in street clothes, having a Schlitz. He was as shaggy as usual, but he’d added a Burl Ives-style beard, of all things. Didn’t look too good on him.
It was a pleasant dream. Here’s wishing The Shooter well in dealing with whatever he’s going through. I want to see that arm dangle again, preferably while he’s shutting down, say, Houston.