Red Rocks
Strange to me now are the forms I meet When I visit the dear old town; But the native air is pure and sweet, And the trees that o'ershadow each well-known street, As they balance up and down, Are singing the beautiful song, Are sighing and whispering still: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts [H W Longfellow] 1978 was a bad year for Me...I remember it well... The Dude was a 'Lazy' Man?...yeah right [pic musicman.com] Travelling through bad weather in the back of a Parcel Van with no seats or windows and a bunch of Left Wing ang...