November 19, 2013

This song wove its way into my dreams last night...a choice selection from one of Grandmother's old tapes that I imagine only JBs, and possibly only the oldest of those, would remember.

I saw the wayworn traveler, in tattered garmets clad,
Traveling up the mountain, it seemed that he was sad.
His back was heavy laden, his strength was almost gone,
But he shouted as he journeyed, "Deliverance will come!"

And palms of victory,
Crowns of glory,
Palms of victory
I shall wear.

The summer sun was shining, the sweat was on his brow,
His garments torn and dusty, his step seemed very slow.
But he kept pressing onward, for he was wending home,
Still shouting as he journeyed, "Deliverance will come!"

And palms of victory,
Crowns of glory,
Palms of victory
I shall wear.

The songsters in the arbor that stood beside the way
Attracted his attention, invited his delay.
His watchword being "Onward!" he stopped his ears and ran,
And shouted as he journeyed, "Deliverance will come!"

 And palms of victory,
Crowns of glory,
Palms of victory
I shall wear.

I saw him in the evening, the sun was sinking low,
He overtopped the mountain and reached the vale below.
He saw the golden city, his everlasting home,
And he shouted loud, "Hosanna! Deliverance will come!"

And palms of victory,
Crowns of glory,
Palms of victory
I shall wear.

Boutez en avant...

November 15, 2013

"Well the winters drive you crazy
And the fishing's hard and slow.
You're a damn fool if you stay,
But there's no better place to go."

Amos being towed to center line for a flight a few days ago.

P.S. It's not cheating to listen to Gordon Bok here, like it might be some places. By the time November rolls around, I've EARNED it.

November 2, 2013

Somehow, I have always felt that the correct response to "May the Force be with you" ought to be "And also with you." This must be the Anglican influence.