My Dearest, Lydia

From This To ...

She still seems to have somewhat a sparkle in her non eyes.  A major windstorm took her eyes and sent to a non-returnable address.  They shall return in the spring.  Lydia is eternal.

Young, Neil - This Is Beautiful

If I could hug Neil Young,  I would.

Thank You - CBC.

Our Annual Fall Dinner

My contribution to the annual Fall Dinner.  All were gobbled up and enjoyed.  Unfortunately, a lady in quick haste dumped all the leaves into the trash.  I recycle.  Thank god, all the cupcakes were eaten up by that time.

Carnations - my favorite.  They were free to take home after the gala event.

I did try to lip flap some Prine to no avail.  Paradise is much where we live in the summer months, but hell on earth in the winter time.

No matter, Mr. Prine rings through to me all year 'round.

Young Neil - The Sugar Mountain Years by Sharry Wilson

My prize arrived in the mail today.

Young Neil - The Sugar Mountain Years by Sharry Wilson.

Google - Sharry Wilson - Young Neil.

The link I previous posted does not compute.  

I was beyond excitement to win this prize and to receive it on John Prines' 68th birthday.  Geez, what more could one ask for.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Happy 68th Birthday, John Prine

I am sending early birthday wishes today to John Prine (1946-10-10) on his 68th birthday.

May the gates of friendship that you have with your audience never show rust.  

Happy Birthday, John Prine. 

Lydia, my dearest....

My dearest Lydia is sad.  She missed her Donald this summer.  No one came to pay her a visit. No Hans or Jose.  Her heart is near broken and she knows winter is coming on in.  She rests her head and dreams on.