My apologies for the lateness of today’s newsletter. I knew what I wanted to discuss but had to get my head around it. I’ve decided to split this into two newsletters, with more background and thoughts coming on Thursday.
This is a song from one of my favorite singer/songwriters, now gone from this world for 13 years on July 23. I was driving through the mountains of New Hampshire (coincidentally where he was from), when word came to me from a friend via a phone call.
“Bill Morrissey is dead.”
Well, fuck…
I pulled over and cried a bit, because I’m a crier.
But that’s not why we are here, for now, anyway. Maybe on Thursday.
For now, I’m going to leave this with you, and we’ll circle back to it and why it’s such an important song to me and the philosophy of how I try to lead my life. Lyrics below, here is a link to the song on Youtube.
Fishing a Stream I Once Fished as a Kid
Were it not for rainbow trout
I would have to fish for bass
Were it not for the seasons changes
I would never see time pass
And were there not a chance for whiskey
I could make do with a beer
I wish I’d have known when I left home
Every road just led back here
Oh, I’ve pumped gas and I’ve picked apples
I’ve dispatched for an ambulance
I’ve even worked on the ocean
But that was when I had no sense
And in every town I did believe
There was no job I could not leave
Some I quit when I got tired
On some I admit I was fired
Now I’m standing thigh deep in this trout stream
The air is still the sun is low
Day is almost over now
I can see myself here years ago
And I dream I am nine again
When it seems like Summer never ends
Hear the crickets sing, hear the peepers call
See the full moon shine like a whiffle ball
We’ll get to the heart of it all on Thursday, stay tuned!
Thanks for indulging me,
~ Tim
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Fond memory, Tim.