Born in the small, coastal town of Queens, New York, I am the product of a mixed marriage - Dad being Southern Methodist from Montgomery, Alabama, and Momma a Roman Catholic from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.

At the tender age of 18 months or so, I was wisked south of the Mason-Dixon Line, below which I have resided ever since... first Virginia, then Florida, and, since I was 11, northwest Georgia along the banks of the Chattahoochee (where it gets hotter than a hoochie-coochie...).

I am a lyricist/songwriter inspired by traditional country, blues, bluegrass, Jimmy Buffett, John Prine, John Hiatt, Lyle Lovett, Buddy Miller, Dr. Seuess, Ogden Nash, and high school classmate Alan Jackson (who, for some reason, doesn't return my calls... go figger).

I've worked with folks from Nashville to Norfolk to Nacogdoches... and currently with Kevin Reardon, in Riverside, CT, and J.D. Gray, in Ocean Springs, Mississippi... We've written songs for Buffett, Jackson, and Lovett, as well as George Strait, Tony Bennett, Martina McBride, Carey Underwood, and, well, the list goes on... However, none have recorded a single one of 'em...

yet...

OVER AND OVER (AGAIN AND AGAIN): I was "challenged" last week with a writing prompt to write about a memory.

Coincidence or not, but the timing with today's 11 anniversary brought this memory to mind...

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OVER AND OVER
(AGAIN AND AGAIN)
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Over and over, again and again,
I see the smoke being blown by the wind.
Over and over, it goes on and on;
And then in an instant; everything's gone;
Then in an instant; everything's gone.

Clear, cloudless morning,
Sunny and bright;
The city wakes up
And shrugs off the night.
Another day dawning,
New work to be done.
Where there where two,
Soo...

Comes a Time...: (to quote Neil Young...), and that time seems to've come for my 18 year old, who I helped move off to college last week.

Sam...

(I'M GONNA MISS YOU) WHILE YOU'RE GONE
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Your truck's not in the driveway anymore;
And your fishing gear's not on the porch, leaning by the door.
But I know you'll be back before too long;
Still, I'm gonna miss you while you're gone.

There's one less place at the table every meal;
Even though that's the way it is, I don't like the way it feels.
Still I know you'll be back before too long;
And I'm gonna miss you while you're gone.

There's a fine line between letting go,
And holding on...

A Gift (?) from the sunset skies...: Sometimes you'll see something, and it'll just take off at a dead run... what follows is one such...

This evening, during my after-dinner run (okay, power walk), I was passed by an SUV with a dad riding shotgun... I passed 'em twice more, inching towards an empty parking spot in an empty parking lot... and the first verse just "fell outta the sky..."

So, without further ta-do... here's:

LITTLE GIRL
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Little girl behind the wheel,
Trying not to cry,
I can't believe that... this is real;
Me teaching you to drive.
You look so nervous;
You look so scared;
But I'm the one who's...
Unprepared...
Li...

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