Today, as the bitter cold rests over the land, we learn of the passing of folk music's patron saint, Pete Seeger. The 'sixties could not have happened as they did without him. He will long be remembered. X
I am an introverted blue collar pilgrim, surviving near the center of the continent, on the fringes of a shopworn civilization. I abide in rooms full of partially-read tomes, each bookmarked with the fragment of a shattered illusion.