“To be joyous is to be a madman in a world of sad ghosts.” — Henry Miller The secret of life is enjoying the passage of timeAny fool can do itThere ain’t nothing to itNobody knows how we got to the top of the hillBut since we’re on our way downWe might as well enjoy…
Well, the leaves have come to turningAnd the goose has gone to flyAnd bridges are for burningSo don’t you let that yearningPass you by— James Taylor, Walking Man If life is a collection of experiences, surely autumn is one of the grandest of them all. I favor off-season for the stillness it offers, and generally…
Dark and silent, late last nightI think I might have heard the highway call my nameGeese in flight and dogs that biteOther signs that might be omens say, “I’m goin’, I’m goin’”I’m gone to Carolina in my mind– James Taylor, Carolina in My Mind There’s a sense of place that feels right when you’re in…
Abbey Road turned 50 years old last week. It’s always been my favorite Beatles album, particularly side two with its magical medley. It grabbed me the year that Lennon was shot and hasn’t let me go since. To be coming into my own as a young Beatles fan and then lose one of them was…
“And as the moon rises he sits by his fire, thinking about women and glasses of beer.” – James Taylor, Sweet Baby James The weekend begins soon, but I know its abbreviated. I’ll be driving west Sunday to Rochester, New York for an early start Monday morning. And so it goes. The trip on I-90…