A letter to my son.

yes, this one is for you.

Call who calls you.  Love who loves you.  Support who supports you.  Ignore who ignores you.  Never chase people who are comfortable losing ...

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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