The evening before my birthday, I was sitting with my 3 year-old son. He noticed a circular sore on the back of my hand, and the base of my left thumb, a burn from working. He said:
"Daddy, you have a hole in you." I replied silently,
I have a lot of holes in me.Anyway, this song is about home. I have posted it before, but it is worth another
traditio. It is by Gram Parsons, a songwriter I admire greatly and is called
Return of the Grevious Angel. This version is sung by the always lovely EmmyLou Harris and Ryan Adams:
Last evening, over on
Cahiers, I posted a long post-election
take on things-
Political ambivalence unleashed. While long, it is not too rambling and does cohere. I prefer to think of it as comprehensive. I could easily break it into three separate posts, but that is more work than I care to do right now. I posted something else on the same blog-
Debt. My comprehensive
Cahiers post reminded me of one of my early election posts
Huckenfreude!
