Happy New Year.

So sorry for the long silence. This platform is no longer writer friendly. I am in the process of transitioning to word press.com here is why:

I can't make a paragraph or a space without putting a photo. Any formatting from a cut and paste is lost.

January 18, 2022 Someday, it’ll all be different but will I be around? The pessimism of my fathers is a hard thing to live down. But in your blue eyes, under these blue skies is the only peace I’ve found. Someday, it’ll all be different. Then we’ll go to town. Someday we’ll have a big house with a couple of cats and a dog. A garden for a front yard, in the backyard we’ll keep hogs. We’ll sing songs at the fire side by Bob Dylan and Jackson Browne. Someday it’ll all be different an’ we’ll go out on the town. Someday there’ll be no bigots. No racism, no more war! Someday we’ll have a plenty that’s better worth living for. The lion and lamb will both shake hands with silence the only sound. Some day everything will be different. Then we’ll go to town. Someday, the stars will line up and the moon will light the way. When waters of the oceans along the shoreline stay. Then honey bees, and butterflies come back to save the day. An’ everything will be different That’s all I have to say.

But I still love you all. Thanks for checking in on me. Talk soon.