I went to a show in Camden Saturday night.  It was the 9 year anniversary of my return.

Afterwards, I got to see the house of my favorite poet, who wrote "Song of the Open Road."

Today I am giving thanks I've got food, books, classic records, working mind, eyes, ears, hands, feet, tongue, teeth, voice, nose and knees, a vast canopy of blue sky bringing a summer breeze presenting visions of dancing trees