February 7, 2024:
Willie Nelson in wheelchair. White hair white beard checked shirt. Parked beneath shade on one corner.
I'm unsure if he's asleep. I don't want to disturb him. I also don't want to be rude, so I flash a peace sign which he's welcome to return or not.
"Hey there brother!" Flashes a big, stoned-out smile. I nod, smiling back. There for a moment we're both born on the 4th of July.