This is what it looks like when five philosophers form a band, circa 1979. Absurd, by any definition.
The fellow second from left died this morning. I will ponder mortality for a bit, say the appropriate prayers, then celebrate his memory. I may play the bass for awhile, too, and recall the halcyon days of youth.
The book we were reading that summer.
For those wondering, or for readers who remember, the locale for this photo was the now-gone Auto Glass Saloon in Cleveland, which had once been, hence its name, an automobile window replacement shop.