Well, I've been out walking....

There is no medicine for melancholy better than Jackson Browne.
No matter how bad you feel, Jackson Browne has felt worse.
And has written about it.

In memory of a rainy drive from St. Louis to Richmond VA, with a goodbye in the rearview and hope on the edge of the headlights.

Well, I'll keep on moving, moving on....
Things are bound to be improving
These Days....
One of These Days.....
These Days I'll sit on cornerstones
And count the time in quarter tones to ten
My Friend;
Don't confront me with my failures;
I have not forgotten them.......