a spirit’s yearning cry

When life comes, as it came. When love comes, as it came. When grief comes, as it came.
Then someday, maybe can I say with his words as if my own, "I have lived to get a better understanding of myself and those close to me, many of them now dead."

rock this country

Happening now: music taste degenerating in the direction of that horrible stuff on my froshmore playlist.

Apologies all around to those sad, unfortunate band of brothers who will hear my inevitable off-pitch crooning "we going to rock this country/ rock this country/ right out of this world."

Advise ya'll to duck-n-cover.

Or if you are a first responder -- HELP!