John and I were young together. We were strong and vital, and impervious together. John and Andy arrived at Ithilien in 1971 in the bus that shouted out “if we can’t fix it, it ain’t broke” and I just climbed on board. You know, we thought that we were invincible, and maybe, for a time, we were. John and Andy and I were Dovetail, and for a few years we wallowed in the pleasures of that identity. We sponsored the local hippie softball team, and silk-screened fabulous dovetail T-shirts. The dot above the i was a dovetail, and the l was a baseball bat. We went to WAR with Willamina’s logger team. Hippies against the loggers. Classic and wonderful. We were young together.