Reading this article reminded me of the Neil Young song from that oh-so-excellent Prairie Wind album, So Far from Home:
When I was a growing boy
A-rocking on my daddy's knee
Daddy took an old guitar and sang
Bury me on the lone prairie
Uncle Bob sat at the piano
My girl cousins sang harmony
Those were the good old family times
That left a big mark on me
(I know....wrong thread...
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That was a very enjoyable article!
"Over straight and crooked miles
Falling out of favour or embraced
Wondering where was love...
It hadn't happened yet"
~Ron Sexsmith~
Nearest to all things
Patiently waiting
So let the angels sing
Silently weeping