Well, we are in our new home, and memories… both good and bad… will always live in our hearts. The sight of this fall sunset on my own road… well, it’s not a bad thing. Not a bad thing at all!
Looking down off my deck is one of my neighbor’s fields and the Shade River.
I’m writing this from California… and as beautiful as California is (and it is beautiful!) I’m looking forward to being home tomorrow!
Back at Hillside Farm, if there is ever a second coming, a lot of dogs and cats are going to rise up out of our old back yard. They will sleep where they lie as long as they are allowed to… but I took my stone to the FPR with us.
Those who have moved on… four footed and two, will live in our hearts… for a long time!
Last week was an election and as an American, I wouldn’t miss an election.
This will be the last time we vote in Scipio Township… from now on it’s Bedford… I love small town American. Indeed, it has been my home for a quarter of a century.
Well, it’s time to head down to Santa Cruz for two shows at the Kuumbwa Jazz.
I’ve been thinking a lot of late… so after I catch up on the diary of the last three gigs, I’m going to devote myself to some thoughtful writing… in the meantime… onward!