“Sometimes I’ll be walking down the street and I’ll be thinking:
Am I crazy, or is this some morbid little lie?
Further to fly…
A recent loss of memory; a shadow in the family…
The baby waves bye-bye
I’m trying
I’m flying
There may come a time when I will lose you; lose you as I lose my sight
Days falling backward into velvet night
The open palm of desire
The Rose of Jericho
Soil as soft as summer
The strength to let you go…”
~ Paul Simon, Further to Fly
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I am getting sick. I sound like Peter Brady with his changing voice.
It’s a good day to post some pictures, before M & I go take Jonah Russ for a while.
On a business trip to Long Island this past Wednesday and Thursday:
Long Island is pretty, and I liked the people I met there…but it was also very hot…
And it is always good to return home. Today I hope Jonah is a happy boy. Whatever happens, I know we all have further to fly. Like Paul Simon says: I’m trying; I’m flying…
The Never Normal 