LOVE SICK OR AN INFINITE LOOP? IT'S IN THE PERCEPTION!

It had been a long day for Grandson Jack.  We'd walked downtown through Market Square, then circled through the alley behind the Half Moon Saloon, sneaking in the back door long enough for Juan Montoya to do his Elvis impersonation for the grandson.  

Juan and Jack fist-bumped as we exited.

Since Jack doesn't get cable TV at home, just the internet and Netflix, he was enthralled by a commercial for a men's supplement.

"They tell you all the great things that drug does, but not the side effects," Jack offered.

Later, Jack asked:  "What's that song you keep humming, Grandpa?"

"It's  'Love Sick' by Bob Dylan," I answered.

"It's about a man who keeps saying he's sick of love, is being destroyed by it, but then admits he'd do anything to be with his lover."

"I think that's like being in an infinite loop," Jack pontificated.

Dylan would probably say to Jack:  "Well, you could see it that way."

Jack fell asleep in his grandma's bed, not waking up for 13 hours.