i remember in high school times we hung out in paul krumwell's basement bedroom getting stoned and blaring jethro tull songs from the wood jumping on the bed and if we got too amped and got into arguments we'd always end with "how's your mother?". paul's mother is gone now, the house is gone and the bed we jumped on, so high, now 50 years have gone. i called mom to see how she was this morning. she's calmer. holding on in the unraveling. how's your mother?