On a clear day
Rise and look around you
And you see who you are
"On a Clear Day You Can See Forever" is a 1965 Broadway musical with its central character being a woman who has been reincarnated and who also has extrasensory perception. In a sense, she could 'see' both backward and forward in time. Now wouldn't that be cool?!? Or not?!? This production was adapted for film and released to theaters in 1970. The movie version starred Barbra Streisand and I saw it the summer after graduating from high school. It was a time when I was on mission to "rise" up, to "look around," and to "see" who I am. It was not a "clear day." My mission remains uninterrupted. To clearly "see who you are" can be humbling. But the quest enlightens my heart.
I have my moments when I am certain of my being and my values. Then arrives an event or a 'voice' that shakes me up and causes me to rethink who I am. I have come to accept such moments as those 'things' that make life an experience rather than a simple existence. I welcome different views to assist in the shaping of me with emphasis on becoming someone better than I am today. I am open to resetting my path for tomorrow. I recognize that life's plans are subject to change without notice.
Some have accused me of "living in the past." I really enjoy jumping into my personal time machine and revisiting fun moments from the past in the company of family and friends. For me, it is no different than traveling to a neighboring state or a foreign country. Such experiences broaden my horizons and my connections. I have not yet mastered 'time travel' to the future, but I do let my imagination take me on jaunts in that direction. And I recall an old cliché reminding me that "you can't know where you're going unless you know where you've been." Remembering where I've been has brought me much joy even if it has yet to prove an aid in my making a map for life's future, or one for that possible 'next life.'
Living in the present and embracing the past yields the best of both worlds. In early January I attended a mighty fine party celebrating the 91st birthday of Freda Steenburgen Nichols. This fun get together was hosted by Freda's daughters (Amy, Theresa, and Becky), and her nieces, Mary and Nancy Steenburgen, at South on Main in Little Rock. Sonny Burgess and the Pacers brought rock 'n roll music to the event. By now, the 'Newport Connection' is obvious. The 'forever young' Austin Grimes was also present. Friendship circles overlapped with pals from my college days, Susan Elder, Susan Eschenbrenner, Richard Cook, and John Unger, joining in the toast to "Aunt Freda." My ASU 'running buddy' Susan Elder attended high school in North Little Rock with the Steenburgen girls.
On this occasion, "the glow" of Freda Steenburgen Nichols outshined "every star" in the night's sky. She was the first to the dance floor and the last to leave when Sonny and the boys turned down the volume. And seldom was the dance floor not full with the Pacers playing such tunes as "Red Headed Woman," "My Buckets Got a Hole in It," "Sweet Home Chicago," and the Jack Nance/Conway Twitty hit, "It's Only Make Believe." Sonny exclaimed that he remembered Freda from dances long ago at the Silver Moon. One would swear Freda is closer to 19 than she is to 91.
I had reconnected with "Aunt Freda" in May, 2015 when Kathryn and I attended a fundraising event for the Oxford American Society in support of the publication, "Oxford American" magazine. The "Mary and Friends" event was coordinated by Newport native Mary Steenburgen and brought together six distinguished singer/songwriters, all friends of Mary and her husband, Ted Danson. Mary was joined on stage by Matraca Berg, Kim Carnes, Greg Barnhill, Shawn Camp, Shelly Colvin, and Jeremy Spillman. Kathryn and I were joined in the audience by college pals Susan Elder and John Unger, Susan Eschenbrenner and Richard Cook, Delia and Stan James, Nellie and Billy Mosley, and my life long friend and Newport littermate Kristine Artymowski. All of us had a big time! And Mary and Ted raised a good bit of money for Oxford American.
During the "Mary and Friends" get together, I had opportunity to reminisce about Newport past with Mary and showed her a digital photo from the First United Methodist Church in Newport taken on Easter Sunday, 1957, when both of us were pre-school age. Our conversation caught the ear of Mary's Aunt Freda who proceeded to tell me of the close, genuine friendship shared by my father with Maurice Steenburgen, her brother and the father of Mary and Nancy. Freda even recalled visiting my parents on several occasions at our family's apartment at 412 Hazel "back in the day." Her loving nature and her recollections brought to my heart a "clear day." I feel extremely fortunate that my life's path crossed that of Freda Steenburgen Nichols once again.
The morning after Freda's birthday party, Kathryn and I ran into Mary Steenburgen and Ted Danson at the airport giving us opportunity to continue conversation from the night before. We visited at length about Mary's mother and her aunt Lillian Grimes, who was my grade school principal at Gibbs-Albright Elementary and who had significant influence on my life's direction. We all revisited our growing up years and present day circumstances. It was a delightful time together. In reflecting on their vocations as actors, that song co-written by Newport's Jack Nance, "It's Only Make Believe," popped to mind, but the conversation enjoyed made "clear" that these two are grounded in reality. Our common bonds are the overlapping friendship circles and memories shared of fine Newport folk. I look forward to further conversation with Mary and Ted.
I have my moments when I am certain of my being and my values. Then arrives an event or a 'voice' that shakes me up and causes me to rethink who I am. I have come to accept such moments as those 'things' that make life an experience rather than a simple existence. I welcome different views to assist in the shaping of me with emphasis on becoming someone better than I am today. I am open to resetting my path for tomorrow. I recognize that life's plans are subject to change without notice.
Some have accused me of "living in the past." I really enjoy jumping into my personal time machine and revisiting fun moments from the past in the company of family and friends. For me, it is no different than traveling to a neighboring state or a foreign country. Such experiences broaden my horizons and my connections. I have not yet mastered 'time travel' to the future, but I do let my imagination take me on jaunts in that direction. And I recall an old cliché reminding me that "you can't know where you're going unless you know where you've been." Remembering where I've been has brought me much joy even if it has yet to prove an aid in my making a map for life's future, or one for that possible 'next life.'
Living in the present and embracing the past yields the best of both worlds. In early January I attended a mighty fine party celebrating the 91st birthday of Freda Steenburgen Nichols. This fun get together was hosted by Freda's daughters (Amy, Theresa, and Becky), and her nieces, Mary and Nancy Steenburgen, at South on Main in Little Rock. Sonny Burgess and the Pacers brought rock 'n roll music to the event. By now, the 'Newport Connection' is obvious. The 'forever young' Austin Grimes was also present. Friendship circles overlapped with pals from my college days, Susan Elder, Susan Eschenbrenner, Richard Cook, and John Unger, joining in the toast to "Aunt Freda." My ASU 'running buddy' Susan Elder attended high school in North Little Rock with the Steenburgen girls.
On a clear day
How it will astound you
That the glow of your being
Outshines every star
On this occasion, "the glow" of Freda Steenburgen Nichols outshined "every star" in the night's sky. She was the first to the dance floor and the last to leave when Sonny and the boys turned down the volume. And seldom was the dance floor not full with the Pacers playing such tunes as "Red Headed Woman," "My Buckets Got a Hole in It," "Sweet Home Chicago," and the Jack Nance/Conway Twitty hit, "It's Only Make Believe." Sonny exclaimed that he remembered Freda from dances long ago at the Silver Moon. One would swear Freda is closer to 19 than she is to 91.
I had reconnected with "Aunt Freda" in May, 2015 when Kathryn and I attended a fundraising event for the Oxford American Society in support of the publication, "Oxford American" magazine. The "Mary and Friends" event was coordinated by Newport native Mary Steenburgen and brought together six distinguished singer/songwriters, all friends of Mary and her husband, Ted Danson. Mary was joined on stage by Matraca Berg, Kim Carnes, Greg Barnhill, Shawn Camp, Shelly Colvin, and Jeremy Spillman. Kathryn and I were joined in the audience by college pals Susan Elder and John Unger, Susan Eschenbrenner and Richard Cook, Delia and Stan James, Nellie and Billy Mosley, and my life long friend and Newport littermate Kristine Artymowski. All of us had a big time! And Mary and Ted raised a good bit of money for Oxford American.
During the "Mary and Friends" get together, I had opportunity to reminisce about Newport past with Mary and showed her a digital photo from the First United Methodist Church in Newport taken on Easter Sunday, 1957, when both of us were pre-school age. Our conversation caught the ear of Mary's Aunt Freda who proceeded to tell me of the close, genuine friendship shared by my father with Maurice Steenburgen, her brother and the father of Mary and Nancy. Freda even recalled visiting my parents on several occasions at our family's apartment at 412 Hazel "back in the day." Her loving nature and her recollections brought to my heart a "clear day." I feel extremely fortunate that my life's path crossed that of Freda Steenburgen Nichols once again.
The morning after Freda's birthday party, Kathryn and I ran into Mary Steenburgen and Ted Danson at the airport giving us opportunity to continue conversation from the night before. We visited at length about Mary's mother and her aunt Lillian Grimes, who was my grade school principal at Gibbs-Albright Elementary and who had significant influence on my life's direction. We all revisited our growing up years and present day circumstances. It was a delightful time together. In reflecting on their vocations as actors, that song co-written by Newport's Jack Nance, "It's Only Make Believe," popped to mind, but the conversation enjoyed made "clear" that these two are grounded in reality. Our common bonds are the overlapping friendship circles and memories shared of fine Newport folk. I look forward to further conversation with Mary and Ted.
On a clear day...
You'll feel part of every mountain, sea and shore
You can hear
From far and near
A word you've never, never heard before...
To "feel part of every mountain, sea and shore" requires relationship. Physical relationships with nature, spiritual relationships with God, emotional relationships with loved ones generate the 'feelings' that nourishes the heart.
Seldom do people climb mountains, sail the seas, or walk the shores alone, especially when on mission to discover new 'things' and to lay groundwork for the future. Thoughts of "forever" typically include the faces of those you want by your side in the time that is yet to be. Such thoughts, hopeful thoughts, are clouded by the uncertainties of tomorrow. Thus the yearning for "clear" days... Yet the veracity of looking back into the past can be as questionable as those efforts to peer into the future in search of "forever."
I am most fortunate to have dependable friendship circles. Chief among them is that gang of childhood pals with whom I 'grew up' in Newport, my littermates. This week marks the 46th anniversary of our 'escape' from the kennel at Remmel Park that some may refer to as Newport High School. The NHS Class of 1970 is an amiable pack of Hounds on incessant hunt for a good time. In the past nine months, the 'seniors' of 1970 (we are more worthy of the 'senior' tag these days than we were then) have enjoyed four different opportunities to gather in the same play pen for sake of reunion. In August 2015, a good number of Pups met to celebrate 45 years of separation from NHS at Trio's in Little Rock, an excellent venue for those wandering in from a myriad of Arkansas outposts as well as for wayward Pups from Hawaii, Texas, Oklahoma, Louisiana, Alabama, North Carolina, Ohio, and Tennessee. In October 2015, Buddy Black (NHS '68) coordinated a four class (1967-1970) reunion of aging Hounds with events at the Iron Mountain Depot and the Silver Moon in Newport headlined by good eats from Larry Cordell's (NHS '68) Brothers' Bar-B-Q in Heber Springs. It was a reunion for the ages with plenty of bones to gnaw on and 'tall tales' to chase. And then in November 2015 and May 2016, the gracious Billie Jean Nelson Rice and her husband, Keith, hosted Class of '70 shindigs at their home east of Auvergne where love and laughter are served up in big doses.
Particularly, the four class reunion generated many fond memories of school days since it brought together expanded relationship circles shared in that time in Newport. My classmates represented the youngest of those present who all would have been students on the NHS campus in the 1966-67 school year. As ninth graders that year, we were the 'kingpins' of junior high, yet the majority of our classrooms were in the senior high building where we were underlings. That situation often played with my mind and created my own identity crisis. The many present from the three classes just ahead of our class included those 'upper class' boys and girls I admired and often looked to for advice. I was in the midst of Greyhound teammates as well as fellow members of the Latin Club, the Key Club, the Art Club, and my Boy Scout troops. Some of us toured today's school facilities and recalled times past in the same hallways and classrooms. I heard the echoes of the laughter shared from days gone by... I offer many thanks to Buddy Black and his host of helpers in coordinating this multi-class reunion. A good time was had by all!
Particularly, the four class reunion generated many fond memories of school days since it brought together expanded relationship circles shared in that time in Newport. My classmates represented the youngest of those present who all would have been students on the NHS campus in the 1966-67 school year. As ninth graders that year, we were the 'kingpins' of junior high, yet the majority of our classrooms were in the senior high building where we were underlings. That situation often played with my mind and created my own identity crisis. The many present from the three classes just ahead of our class included those 'upper class' boys and girls I admired and often looked to for advice. I was in the midst of Greyhound teammates as well as fellow members of the Latin Club, the Key Club, the Art Club, and my Boy Scout troops. Some of us toured today's school facilities and recalled times past in the same hallways and classrooms. I heard the echoes of the laughter shared from days gone by... I offer many thanks to Buddy Black and his host of helpers in coordinating this multi-class reunion. A good time was had by all!
Whenever I gather with groups of 'old' friends and family members, we tend to reminisce. Such reminiscent banter is infused with inconsistencies. "You can hear from far and near a word you've never, never heard before..."
There was a childhood game I knew as the "telephone game" where the first person whispers a phrase to the next person in a circle, who then passes the whisper to the next, and so on, until the whisper reaches the final person who states aloud the phrase, which by then has typically changed a bit since its inception. Similarly, reminiscent stories told by others often differ from my remembrance of the same event. Yes, some of us (that would include me) exaggerate for emphasis or to enliven a certain happening. But then some simply remember a particular life event differently from others. These differences can be due to vantage point. Or the passage of time might have clouded the memory. Regardless of reason, looking into the past can be just as confusing as gazing into the future. But I submit that the journey back in time through story telling among friends is more fun than the 'factual' destination...
When I "sit right down and write myself a letter" about times then and now, I often lean on my own custom kaleidoscope to add some color to my notions. It is a simple tool comprised of a crystal tumbler, four cubes of ice, and three fingers of single malt scotch. Drink slowly between thoughts... The fluid, amber lens of my 'kaleidoscope' renders a 'clear' view of past happenings and, at same time, provides a catalyst for future plans. After all, isn't the journey to 'forever' mapped out in our personal 'plans?' I'm thinkin' plans are just dreams in forever time... And where is that "clear day" when needed to 'cure' those concrete plans for tomorrow?
More often than not, when I swirl the tumbler of my kaleidoscope, images of treasured relationships can be conjured up. Colorful characters I have known appear at the centerpoint of my gaze... And I remember...
My littermate and high school running buddy, Billy Don Summers, wandered off life's path on January 11 of this year at 64. Forever young, Billy Don was a creative spirit, a musician, an artist, a genuine friend. Oh, the stories we lived. His crooked smile is forever etched upon my heart...
Walter Allbright, father of my friends Eddie, Lee, Marsha, and Nancy, sailed beyond life's horizon on May 11, 2016 at a youthful 87 years of age. He was "Popeye" to his children and grandchildren. Walter and Peg Allbright were dear friends of my parents and we enjoyed many 'get togethers' with the Allbright family in my younger days. Life was lived to its fullest in the presence of Walter and Peg. I particularly loved watching my parents and Walter and Peg on the dance floor. There may have been better 'hoofers,' but none had more fun than they did at a dance party. Walter's fun loving spirit will always play upon my heart...
Betty Ann Hurley Gardner gracefully strolled from life's view on May 21, 2016. She was 88 years young and the mother of my childhood pals, Ann, Lee, and Walter. The Gardner 'kids,' my sister, Lana, and I were surrounded in our neighborhood by a bunch of fun seekers around our same ages. My relationship with this family was further enriched by my friendships with Betty Ann's sisters, Bobbie Hurley Harper and Sissy Hurley Sanborn, and her parents, Gladys and Buck Hurley. Bobbie was my dance teacher and her children, David and Robin Sibley, are fast, life long friends. Aunt Sissy is indeed my surrogate aunt in Newport. And their mother, Gladys "Mama Hurley" treated me as family. Betty Ann and Bob Gardner were welcoming hosts to spontaneous gatherings of kids, especially on cold, wintry days when many of us would be sledding on the levee. Betty Ann's warmhearted presence took the chill off in a hurry. Her sweet, caring soul fills my heart...
My eyes seem a bit misty, I think it may be time to freshen up my kaleidoscope... And to turn up the music...
Music fuels my time machine... It sets the course for my short returns to the past. And it is an assist to my flight plans into the future because I know music lives forever. Tearfully, I realize that musicians do not...
The early days of 2016 have witnessed several iconic musicians leaving life's stage... I will miss the creative genius of Prince and David Bowie. I will miss the driving influence of Glenn Frey. I will miss the songwriting skills of balladeers Merle Haggard and Guy Clark. I will miss the soulfulness of Maurice White and Billy Paul. I will miss the stage antics of Keith Emerson. I will miss the crooner's legacy of Frank Sinatra, Jr. Yet I can continue to live in their music...
Sometimes the view through my kaleidoscope lightens life's picture and music can liven up a place. Some months back, littermate John Sink experienced a serious heart attack while on stage playing with his bandmates at a Dallas night spot. A quick response to his situation and an extended hospital stay has enabled John to get back to kickin' up his heels and to ticklin' the ivories. Hoping to see John on stage soon myself...
This past Saturday night, May 28, 2016, Kathryn and I discovered a "clear" path to the past and to the bar at the Newport Country Club where they have a variety of kaleidoscopes on tap... Unlike my visit to Crosley Field in the late '60s that seemed strangely familiar, I knew darned well I had been in this place before. The grand occasion was to celebrate the 87th birthday of Sonny Burgess, Newport's favorite Rock 'n Roll legend and my life long friend. And wouldn't you know that Sonny would play his own birthday gig alongside his bandmates, the Pacers. The 'party' was a homecoming for many folks from Newport and the club was bursting at the seams with stories from days of yore. Sonny acknowledged friends, young and old, and recalled the beginnings of his career playing at the Silver Moon, Porky's Roof Top, Bob King's, and other famous honky tonks up and down Arkansas' Rock 'n Roll Highway before he became a Sun Records recording star. Hats off to Henry Boyce, curator of the Rock 'n Roll Highway museum and local prosecuting attorney, and to Mike Doyle, station manager at KASU, for pulling the party together for Sonny's friends and fans. Sonny hosts "We Wanna Boogie With You" on KASU on Sunday evenings from 5:00-7:00pm when he can send you on a 'blast to the past' by 'spinning' some aging rockabilly tunes.
Sonny Burgess is not only a mighty fine musician, but he was a remarkable baseball player who was my coach in days long ago. I cherish the friendship I share with Sonny and wish him many more magical moments on life's road trip. Mike Doyle pointed out Saturday night that Jerry Lee Lewis is 80, Willie Nelson is 83, Loretta Lynn is 84, and Sonny Burgess is still rockin' at 87! He and the Pacers just returned from a gig at Hemsby, England in the United Kingdom and they are booked into next year... Rock 'n Roll is here to stay! And so is the music of Sonny Burgess and the Pacers! I am already counting the days 'til the next time we get to see them rock on...
I believe that 'forever' lies within the heart... My plans are wrapped up in my dreams... My kaleidoscope is refreshed... "And on a clear day..."
I remain Miles from Nowhere... Wandering and wondering...think I'll take my time........
joe
There was a childhood game I knew as the "telephone game" where the first person whispers a phrase to the next person in a circle, who then passes the whisper to the next, and so on, until the whisper reaches the final person who states aloud the phrase, which by then has typically changed a bit since its inception. Similarly, reminiscent stories told by others often differ from my remembrance of the same event. Yes, some of us (that would include me) exaggerate for emphasis or to enliven a certain happening. But then some simply remember a particular life event differently from others. These differences can be due to vantage point. Or the passage of time might have clouded the memory. Regardless of reason, looking into the past can be just as confusing as gazing into the future. But I submit that the journey back in time through story telling among friends is more fun than the 'factual' destination...
When I "sit right down and write myself a letter" about times then and now, I often lean on my own custom kaleidoscope to add some color to my notions. It is a simple tool comprised of a crystal tumbler, four cubes of ice, and three fingers of single malt scotch. Drink slowly between thoughts... The fluid, amber lens of my 'kaleidoscope' renders a 'clear' view of past happenings and, at same time, provides a catalyst for future plans. After all, isn't the journey to 'forever' mapped out in our personal 'plans?' I'm thinkin' plans are just dreams in forever time... And where is that "clear day" when needed to 'cure' those concrete plans for tomorrow?
More often than not, when I swirl the tumbler of my kaleidoscope, images of treasured relationships can be conjured up. Colorful characters I have known appear at the centerpoint of my gaze... And I remember...
My littermate and high school running buddy, Billy Don Summers, wandered off life's path on January 11 of this year at 64. Forever young, Billy Don was a creative spirit, a musician, an artist, a genuine friend. Oh, the stories we lived. His crooked smile is forever etched upon my heart...
Walter Allbright, father of my friends Eddie, Lee, Marsha, and Nancy, sailed beyond life's horizon on May 11, 2016 at a youthful 87 years of age. He was "Popeye" to his children and grandchildren. Walter and Peg Allbright were dear friends of my parents and we enjoyed many 'get togethers' with the Allbright family in my younger days. Life was lived to its fullest in the presence of Walter and Peg. I particularly loved watching my parents and Walter and Peg on the dance floor. There may have been better 'hoofers,' but none had more fun than they did at a dance party. Walter's fun loving spirit will always play upon my heart...
Betty Ann Hurley Gardner gracefully strolled from life's view on May 21, 2016. She was 88 years young and the mother of my childhood pals, Ann, Lee, and Walter. The Gardner 'kids,' my sister, Lana, and I were surrounded in our neighborhood by a bunch of fun seekers around our same ages. My relationship with this family was further enriched by my friendships with Betty Ann's sisters, Bobbie Hurley Harper and Sissy Hurley Sanborn, and her parents, Gladys and Buck Hurley. Bobbie was my dance teacher and her children, David and Robin Sibley, are fast, life long friends. Aunt Sissy is indeed my surrogate aunt in Newport. And their mother, Gladys "Mama Hurley" treated me as family. Betty Ann and Bob Gardner were welcoming hosts to spontaneous gatherings of kids, especially on cold, wintry days when many of us would be sledding on the levee. Betty Ann's warmhearted presence took the chill off in a hurry. Her sweet, caring soul fills my heart...
My eyes seem a bit misty, I think it may be time to freshen up my kaleidoscope... And to turn up the music...
Music fuels my time machine... It sets the course for my short returns to the past. And it is an assist to my flight plans into the future because I know music lives forever. Tearfully, I realize that musicians do not...
The early days of 2016 have witnessed several iconic musicians leaving life's stage... I will miss the creative genius of Prince and David Bowie. I will miss the driving influence of Glenn Frey. I will miss the songwriting skills of balladeers Merle Haggard and Guy Clark. I will miss the soulfulness of Maurice White and Billy Paul. I will miss the stage antics of Keith Emerson. I will miss the crooner's legacy of Frank Sinatra, Jr. Yet I can continue to live in their music...
Sometimes the view through my kaleidoscope lightens life's picture and music can liven up a place. Some months back, littermate John Sink experienced a serious heart attack while on stage playing with his bandmates at a Dallas night spot. A quick response to his situation and an extended hospital stay has enabled John to get back to kickin' up his heels and to ticklin' the ivories. Hoping to see John on stage soon myself...
This past Saturday night, May 28, 2016, Kathryn and I discovered a "clear" path to the past and to the bar at the Newport Country Club where they have a variety of kaleidoscopes on tap... Unlike my visit to Crosley Field in the late '60s that seemed strangely familiar, I knew darned well I had been in this place before. The grand occasion was to celebrate the 87th birthday of Sonny Burgess, Newport's favorite Rock 'n Roll legend and my life long friend. And wouldn't you know that Sonny would play his own birthday gig alongside his bandmates, the Pacers. The 'party' was a homecoming for many folks from Newport and the club was bursting at the seams with stories from days of yore. Sonny acknowledged friends, young and old, and recalled the beginnings of his career playing at the Silver Moon, Porky's Roof Top, Bob King's, and other famous honky tonks up and down Arkansas' Rock 'n Roll Highway before he became a Sun Records recording star. Hats off to Henry Boyce, curator of the Rock 'n Roll Highway museum and local prosecuting attorney, and to Mike Doyle, station manager at KASU, for pulling the party together for Sonny's friends and fans. Sonny hosts "We Wanna Boogie With You" on KASU on Sunday evenings from 5:00-7:00pm when he can send you on a 'blast to the past' by 'spinning' some aging rockabilly tunes.
Sonny Burgess is not only a mighty fine musician, but he was a remarkable baseball player who was my coach in days long ago. I cherish the friendship I share with Sonny and wish him many more magical moments on life's road trip. Mike Doyle pointed out Saturday night that Jerry Lee Lewis is 80, Willie Nelson is 83, Loretta Lynn is 84, and Sonny Burgess is still rockin' at 87! He and the Pacers just returned from a gig at Hemsby, England in the United Kingdom and they are booked into next year... Rock 'n Roll is here to stay! And so is the music of Sonny Burgess and the Pacers! I am already counting the days 'til the next time we get to see them rock on...
And on a clear day... On a clear day...
You can see forever...
And ever...
And ever...
And ever more...
I believe that 'forever' lies within the heart... My plans are wrapped up in my dreams... My kaleidoscope is refreshed... "And on a clear day..."
I remain Miles from Nowhere... Wandering and wondering...think I'll take my time........
joe
