Thursday, August 24, 2017

Nose To The Grindstone

So here I sit. White. Male. American. Healthy. I was born in a post-war culture in a country where the tide was lifting most boats. A country that had just given the world jazz and rock'n'roll. A democracy that was promising a better day to the oppressed. A forty hour work week

I had no need for bootstraps.

Things change.

Rear view mirrors never meant much to me. Do I wish for a sweeter, gentler world? You bet. My ambition is to be. I do what I can with cowboy chords and love. Take what you need. Plenty more where that came from.


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