The Chase

Take care, my love
Sleep well, my honey
May all your cares be soothed
 by the bright Skagit moon.

Rest on, my love
May tomorrow be sunny
May our wait in time grow small
Til we be together soon.

I miss your arms
I find it so funny
That we grew so far apart
When we lived in the same home.

I wouldn't trade our life
For love, or for money
I would take you for my wife
And no longer would we roam. 

Take care, my love
Sleep well, my honey
May all your cares be soothed
by the bright Skagit moon.

Rest on, my love
May tomorrow be sunny
May our wait in time grow small
Til we be together soon.

Take Care My Love

Bikers get a bad rap in this country. 
For decades, bikers were deemed "bad to the bone", 
A breed of outlaw unto themselves, 
20th century Boot Hill gang determined to see you and me
As nothing more than broken lines in the pavement.

But after some careful observance, I have changed my tune.
Bikers are by and large what is great and wonderful about America.
They are not young punks...those are out driving the SUV's 
Their suburban rich daddies bought for them to bribe them
To finish High School.

The average biker I encounter is between 50 and 60
Every one of them sports an American flag, either on their hog
Or on their denim or leather...or more likely both. 
They are not the ones texting at the red lights, 
Or sporting noise-cancelling Boze phones
And jutting their fat suburban butts straight into the intersection
Where an EMR is frantically trying to get to another fallen biker.

The bikers are first at the fires, first at the floods
They are the first to defend your faith, even if they don't share it
Or defend your guns, even if they don't own one.
For years we saw bikers as rebels, outlaws and miscreants.
But they indeed are the truest of patriots.

They will defend your right to speak your peace
Even if it's to badmouth their beloved country
But know this if you do, while one hand is raised to defend your rights
The other is squarely in your face. By the millions. 


The Two Million Biker Ride To D.C.

Four Scores And Seven Years To Go

Thirty Hours, 1900 miles...and it all began today. 

2-10,11-09...The Final Journey

Highway miles at night
Interminably long
Desperately dark
Sparkling city lights give way to shadowy canyon walls
On the Journey Home. 

The Journey Home

Fifteen states have now petitioned to secede from the Union.   The Texas petition reads as follows:

The US continues to suffer economic difficulties stemming from the federal government’s neglect to reform domestic and foreign spending. The citizens of the US suffer from blatant abuses of their rights such as the NDAA, the TSA, etc. Given that the state of Texas maintains a balanced budget and is the 15th largest economy in the world, it is practically feasible for Texas to withdraw from the union, and to do so would protect it’s citizens’ standard of living and re-secure their rights and liberties in accordance with the original ideas and beliefs of our founding fathers which are no longer being reflected by the federal government.

The Second Great American Civil War of 2012

Whether it's a search, or whether it's a chase, life seems to be careening at a maddening pace down a lubriciously precipitous slope at breakneck frenzy never before experienced in human history.

The Chase (The smoke-out and capture of the Boston Marathon Bombers)

A. Symposium o covers and originals in coneflower variety style

The Chase

Coneflower Basement Band