"I'm goin' down to the Greyhound Station, gonna get a ticket to ride Gonna find that lady with two or three kids and sit down by her side Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me 'bout two or three times Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat Tryin' to hide my sorrow from the people I meet and get along with it all Go down where the people say "y'all" Feed the pigeons some clay, turn the night into day Start talkin' again when I know what to say" -Blaze Foley, Clay Pigeons

I've been everywhere, man I've been everywhere, man Crossed the deserts bare, man I've breathed the mountain air, man Of travel I've a-had my share, man I've been everywhere -Johnny Cash Back in NYC after a spring break that was an utter failure in terms of meeting any of my goals for this trip. I'd thought I would take advantage of a week with no classes to bill a little extra time, meet in person with folks in Florida who required hand-holding, catch up on my one online cla

O, Father dear, I often hear you speak of Erin's Isle, Her lofty scenes her valleys green, her mountains rude and wild You said it is a lovely place wherein a prince might dwell, Why have you then forsaken her, the reason to me tell? My son, I loved our native land with energy and pride Until a blight fell on my crops my and sheep and cattle died, The rents and taxes were too high, I could not them redeem, And that's the cruel reason why I left Old Skibbereen. It's well I do

"All things must pass None of life's strings can last So I must be on my way And face another day" -George Harrison Always sort of a sad moment, when it's time to leave Wyldswood and we're draining the hot tub. These last few days have been packed. We left NYC right after class on Thursday, brisk and rainy followed by brisk and snowy through rural New Jersey, then finally sunshine as we approached DC. The evening ended just before ten in Emporia, Virginia, where we gave up an