“He’s not judgmental, he doesn’t have a savior complex, he just knows the spots that hurt and how to pick at them in plain but inventive song.”
United & Divided: The Songs of the Civil War.
Walt Whitman’s letter for a dying soldier.
Semi-related: Seriously considering one of these to teach the kids to shoot. And, yeah, only because I’ve always wanted a single action revolver with a birds head grip. For no good reason I can think of whatsoever.
Well, it ain’t country, but it’s hard to complain.
“‘Scuse me. You telling me the sun’s burning out? I gotta shine my shoes, be here on time, do my homework, and the fucking sun’s burning out? From that day on, that’s the way he lived his life.”
In a U-Haul North of Damascus.