The long days are dwindling and the evenings growing cooler. Midtown remains the same: ever-changing. One last long day in the sun and grass of Bryant Park ends in the early evening dark glow of the Campbell Bar. Hope stays alive in anyone who has had a dream come true.
Sometimes we walk barefoot into the forest even though there are snakes in the leaves and sometimes some people still call you “your honor” but we know there’s no honor among thieves In the haze of our days when memory falters and the nights hide the loneliest sins We will carry our sacrifice up toContinue reading “Your Honor”
Even the birds seem to know This morning has a promise Soft blindfold of night falls away This is the time when light Shows everything just as you dreamed it would be Tomorrow has come around Carried on a breeze light enough To float away memories
This one hit pretty hard. It was unexpected, for one thing, and for another he was one of the founding fathers of my musical development. After The Beatles, there were The Stones, as every schoolboy knows. The Stones were bluesier, dirtier, nastier, and a lot rougher around those edges that the Beatles had smoothed downContinue reading “Charlie Watts”
The Adirondack Park contains 30,000 miles of rivers and streams. Laid end to end, they would circle the Earth at its equator with thousands of miles to spare. A few days ago I found myself floating in one of them. It is a good place to let the water have its way with you. OrContinue reading “Adirondacks”