In 1973, my local fame as a defective birth - holes in both lungs, spread to a Rosicrucian prayer group in Milwaukee. They chanted some incantation that mended the fabric of the universe for a time. For example, that same month, the final combat soldiers left Vietnam and Captain Beefheart declared that whales had high IQs "from what I hear of their music." My lungs healed while Nixon's White House crumbled. -Porque Te Vas / After Cria Cuervos by Carlos Saura