fantasizing about the evil eye

last night i found myself fantasizing about time traveling to 1972, picking up my mom, taking her on a trip to san francisco, heading across the bay to sausalito, and worming our way onto shel silverstein's houseboat, the evil eye, to listen to dr hook play some music at the source of their creativity. man, how weird and fun that would be. we listened to a lot of dr hook when i was little. i knew all the words to "cover of the rolling stone", "freakin' at the freaker's ball", and "get my rocks off" by the time i was 8 (and knew not to share any of that with the other kids), but didn't find shel's "where the sidewalk ends" until i was a teenager. 1970s margie was a hoot. of course, before coming back to the future, i would have made my way to the castro and dropped off a monkees record on carol's doorstep.