Fatta a Lan'



Behold! I'm alive, breathing the fresh air of hope. I'm overwhelmed by a dream of fatta a lan' as Lennie Small puts it. I long to get there sooner. In great anticipation, I played on Neil Young's haunting rendition of Home On The Range acappella. It sounded great that I had played it again and again today. Good thing is my daughters tolerated the "alien music" (read, oldie soundtrack) beating on their music box. Late in the night, as my youngest lay on her bed, she asked me to sing it to her one more time.

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