Living over the Lido

Damn good question, all things considered.

(The picture is by me, The quote is from the New Yorker.)

I was riding in Geronimo’s Cadillac.
He was in the backseat, holding Shrodinger’s cat.

Jay Silverheels was driving.
I was in the front seat.
We were listening to Mohammed’s radio.
We were headed for the big casino the Ute’s have on the Colorado border,
where they siphon off some of the money from the oil and gas on the Navaho rez.
I was gonna back myself into one of the four corners.
Maybe go over to Monument Valley.
Get a part in a John Ford western.