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A few weeks ago, on my birthday, we spent an afternoon roaming around Boston.
Sooner or later, you come down to discussing with your guitar serious stuff: "I need a note, and you ain't giving it to me."
I had a friend who had abandonment issues with her recurrent boyfriend.
each autumn, I'd turn serious and carefully consider my options for finding warmth and security for the coming winter. Please no grasshopper/ant comparisons!
Very little can be worse on the road than a thunderstorm with you in the open. OK, there can be a pity factor when people drive by and see you.
Correct me if I'm wrong. But isn't there something scary about waking up one morning, looking in the mirror, and seeing your parents looking at you in the mirror?
I had lots of short-term jobs in the sixties. Some lasted days, weeks, and a few even lasted months. So I wasn't particularly fussy about my employment history.
The common myth goes that you reach a great divide in life, see the promised land, and unlike Moses, plow right on to a new life. But, in the words of a renowned social anthropologist from Great Britain: codswallop!
During my years as an itinerant folksinger, I was careful in my choreography of where I stayed and how long for any particular location.
In the 1960s, our erstwhile con artist "friend" John held artists in the greatest contempt possible.
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