John Prine. He was one of my favorites. His music was a true reflection of the times. I spent many hours with him in the sixties, seventies and eighties. This song seems fitting in these harder times we live in. A long lonesome railroad track runs along the backside of our property. I watch open boxcars pass by several times a day and wonder if someone has hopped the train bound for a faraway place.
Until five or so years ago I had a sweet old neighbor lady everyone called Grandma. She told me of the hobos who knocked on her back door hoping to exchange labor for a home-cooked meal. She was tender hearted and always shared what she had. As our economy gets shakier and our dollar weakens, I can’t help but wonder if we, too, will hear hobos knocking at our door…I’ve always heard this…history repeats itself. Like Grandma, I’ll share, too.
Until next time…
There ought to one day — just one day — when there is open season on senators.
~ Will Rogers ~
You’ve gotta love Will!!! unless you’re a senator.