Souvenirs.

Whew! I just got back from my walk. Truly a mental experience. I had taken my iPod instead of listening to talk radio. It started out with John Prine's "Souvenirs" followed by Nanci Griffith crooning "Sound of Loneliness" finally ending the walk to the baritone sound of , U. Utah Phillips, The Golden Voice of the Great South West, singing his trademark "Starlight on the Rails". All of them with the perfect pace needed to drag my ass home. And the songs all rhymed in the right places.
What got me going was that I had seen John Prine (right out of the 60's) singing "Paradise" and "Souvenirs" on the Marty Stuart Show on RFD-TV. Marty is a successful performer in his own right but he had had Emmy Lou Harris on the week before. John Prine and Emmy Lou? If that's not Heaven, what is? So I floated through the walk almost in a trance, yet oddly aware of where I was.
The picture of the day is an example of the planes built to race during the 30'and 40's. Open cockpits and rotary engines. But I think my Sonex, as long as I kept gas in it, had better performance than most of them. Ahhh... Progress.
Breakfast after exercise is proof that we're all on this flight together.

Dick