Flow: To move along in a stream. The word itself seems to relax us and give the impression of peacefulness and effortlessly moving to a better place. Roger McGuinn in the Ballad of Easy Rider writes: The river flows, it flows to the sea, wherever that river goes, that’s where I want to be. Flow river flow, let your waters wash down, take me from this road to some other town. All he wanted was to be free and that’s the way it turned out to be, flow river flow… Written and recorded in 1969 the summer I toured Europe half of which was on a Vespa 50 from Rome to Barcelona through Geneva to Paris and ended in London Town. Honestly speaking since 1969 my life, probably like most everyone else’s, has had its ups and downs. We all hope and wish our lives to go smoothly as planned and expected, but unfortunately that’s not how things work. Good luck, bad luck, good karma, bad karma, and any other excuse or explanation we can imagine. One of the best solutions I ever found was the one shared when I began college in 1968 at the Sigma Chi Fraternity; Just learn to roll with the punches…