A letter to my son.

not for everyone

I tend to react to news, good or bad, almost immediately. Not because it serves me well, but because that is how I am wired. I would not rec...

Monday, March 30, 2020

we can't lose john prine-

some would say to me so long ago that John's music was an acquired taste but not me. When it wasn't popular to listen to your insides I was listening to mine and John was singing my songs. The price of this virus will be remembered more for the lives it took than the money it cost. So many precious lives and so many lost souls- God be with us all-

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nXbEFTv9zr0

 
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