I don’t know why I come back here, have not for a while - didn't even look at the last time i had posted cause whatever I wrote about probably doesn’t matter. All of it was a longtime ago and since so many songs sang, albums shared, peaches eaten, pictures taken, memories forgotten, alpine forests felt, people met, saved and then forgot again, lands visited, oceans, mountains climbed, trains taken, miles driven, altitudes flown, walls painted, dirt roads, service roads, fire lines, ferry's forged, countryside tilled and, fruits picked, rooted veggies harvested, camp fires played, 5 strings, inches grown (sabirna, saul, brook, elise, emmy, sarila!), postcards stamped, letter written, lawyers had, boots worn out, shoes worn, paths taken, working, working for rivers, dinners cooked- then shared, oil changes, bad Mexican food and then good Mexican food, immigration, agriculture and passport control, then flight attendants, airport security, highway patrol, tree/ awkward/ bow, tea and serious coffee (reminds me of SF in a way), and lot of not serious coffee - like every morning, loved ones, books read, early mornings, horseback, falling, felling, being, the feel of holding a two stroke engine for eight hours, sleeping bags, tents, couches, hostels, **hotels, loud loud bluegrass and even lounder punk, mom and dad brothers and sisters nieces and nephews cousins uncles aunts friends, new hampshire, vermont, maine, canada, rhode island, new york city, new york, Massachusetts, colorado, new mexico, utah, nevada, wyoming, idaho, california, ireland, belgium, holland, germany, spain, morocco, dublin, phila, davis, sanfrancisco, santa cruz, the excelsior, the presidio, Missouri, oklahoma, cali, colorado. its is somewhere i am everywhere.
