It's a fly by night traveler's life I have led. I have shuffled off to Buffalo more times than I would have cared to have shuffled. Paths have crossed so consistently in my life that I no longer call the intersections coincidence...they are just "flyers", those intersections, faces and stories of people I don't know all that well...I don't really know anyone all that well..I just fly.
In the past, the intersections of passing in flight were few and far between. My writing came in fiction of those passings. Sometimes years would go by before the song met the character intended for the melody. To the friends I have been blessed to find on this flight, the years went by so quickly in crossing that you did not find yourself there in song...yet, you were there...eleven albums of you in there. Whether for an hour or a lifetime, you were the intrigue of my pen that gave me motion of wing, wheel and flight. Thank you for the flight pattern.
Franklin, Tennessee
1994