I hate the Fall. Everything looks like death and destruction with the leaves almost gone from trees, power outages, howling winds and record rainfall in Port Angeles. There's nothing to do but work, as John Lennon said, yet working for peace seems all but futile. A war protester on a Lincoln Street corner today swayed back and forth in some new age type dance that would have been more appropriate had she been at a Grateful Dead concert twenty years ago. How can the war inspire dancing? Geez! I need to get out of this town. Maybe I'll go to Seattle and live with my boys for a few days. Wouldn't they love that! Sure hope they don't read this! Then again, maybe I'll hitch a ride in a logging truck to Forks like Jack Nicholson in "Five Easy Pieces."
But then it has already been a musical weekend, and Rollin Waters will play at the Junction on Sunday as usual. Tonight my niece and nephew recorded a very rough video version of "Railroad Bill" with just me and a guitar in my living room complete with inane commentary and coughing.
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