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Tonight looking up "Can't Find My Way Home" by Blind Faith--umm, think Steve Winwood and Eric Clapton--a song that came out in 1969,(Joe Cocker does a great version in Benny and Joon) somehow accidentally (yeah, like i believe in accidents and coincidence), anyway ended up on "Homeward Bound" by Simon and Garfunkel (1966) even though they did a great live version the next year at Monterrey Pop Festival.

All good and useful information, but I was looking for this because lately I have heard home calling to me, but I am not exactly sure where or what home is anymore. I love it here, with family and what can you say about Florida--ok, other than crowded, snowbirds, tourists, outrageous homeowner insurance rates, property taxes always climbing, mouseworld, hurricanes, etc) but the other day sitting on the river feeling the salt spray in the breeze blowing through me was great, watching the ospreys and the dolphins--with a little energy and 10 minutes driving, i could be sitting on the beach, looking eastward, knowing that the next land would be the west coast of Africa---i love it

then i think of the mountains of Tennessee, all right, not near the altitude of Colorado, but still beautiful and a small piece of land there has been loaned to me by God(dess) on a mountain outside of Chattanooga--full of cliffs, oaks, hickories, hackberries, an elm or two, even some holly, dogwoods, black walnuts, ginseng, and sassafras------mists in the afternoon and early morning or where i was raised in middle Tennessee, rolling hills and flat land with names like Campbell's Station, Culleoka, Glendale--the damp smell of fresh cut hay, burley tobacco, corn taller than my head---- friendly people--my people--- people that remember me from a kid and still some aunts and uncles and cousins---a lot of cousins---but i haven't been back to Tennessee for over five years now--reckon they'll revoke my passport?---i still know the language, have a little twange, say y'all every chance i can and, oh yeah, you already saw "i reckon" and i do reckon-i can still trace two gggrandfathers to the Civil War/War of the Northern Aggression--one served in a Tennessee calvary unit, the other was killed fighting for the 1st Georgia Infantry while fighting in Va.

but i feel like the song says, "I can't find my way back home"---home calls to me but i am not sure where/what home is anymore--

usually writing helps when this feeling comes around, but not this time--i can still make an effort at it, but i really don't even feel like going back and reading most of it--if not for the convenient "delete" i guess i would have a full trash can or a big pile of crumpled paper in the floor.

damn, i am tired--the kind that sleep doesn't help, maybe a little Tennessee bourbon(JDblack) might help, but i don't have any available

ah, but i do have the luxury of being able to complain, don't i?

peace

-will-