SMACK ME SMARTER, WILL YOU?

Because I don't know, I should not be feeling bummed out.  After all, I had the privilege earlier today, of recording some new songs - always a fun and wonderful time.  Maybe it's just the let-down afterwards, or maybe it's all the wars, or the ebola virus running rampant, or the sickos in government.

But I won't go there; I am my own mental control board.  And in fact, I have something to turn my attention to:  This morning I was looking at some things I unearthed in my basement clean up and clean out.  I found such a lovely poem written by my son when he was little and not constantly busy.  I took a picture of it and of an old photo of us. I'll be keeping these mementos for a while more.
Here's to sweet times and to the music that is always a gift.

No, you're outta sight, boy o' mine

How's that for a pick-me-up?  Now Ah am heeealed!