tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74665387310903749572024-03-13T04:21:11.048-07:00Jim ByrnesAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02406848397185810081noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466538731090374957.post-82607629639798155192012-11-27T11:36:00.002-08:002012-11-27T11:37:51.775-08:00Welcome, mes amis!<span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">From
callow bohemian to weary pilgrim, here’s a little of the journey so
far. The city streets of my boyhood; steam heat rising off the Mississippi;
the railroad; grits and gravy; the Cardinals and the Dodgers on the
radio; summers in Kentucky and the Ozarks; Jimmy Reed at The London
House East, Bobby “Blue” Bland at the Cosmo Hall; Muddy at the Moonlight
Lounge and Slick’s Lakeside; the High Plains of east Colorado on a winter
morning; the Charlie Company Boogie; all those nights in all those rented
rooms; the wind off the ocean; the winter storms; the tough break and
the heartache; the dust of Mexico; twilight on the Seine; the evening
breeze, the distant thunder, the sweetness of the rain; the light and
the laughter in my children’s eyes; the constant struggle and infinite
joy of love. </span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02406848397185810081noreply@blogger.com15