Some kind of bugs chirping. Bad storm here yesterday. No power for the past 28 hours. I'm sitting on the porch with a Bud Lite. Trees and power lines down everywhere. For a minute I thought I was back in Omaha!
with the single by tennis called marathon ( a really interesting song by the married couple who make up the band about nearly dying during one of their many sailing adventures
"Frozen eyes, sweaty back, My family's sleeping on a railroad track. All my life I pack/unpack, But man I got to earn this buck. I gotta pay representation, To be accepted in a nation. Where after efforts of a hero, Welcome start again from zero....
......But if you give me the invitation, To hear the bells of freedom chime. To hell with your double standards, We're coming rougher every time!"