We jointly passed the time.

There he was, Arlo, the son of Woody Guthrie singing a true country classic, "City of New Orleans" as we jointly passed the time on my morning walk. I cut my musical teeth, as it were, on the songs of Woody G. I think to this day our national anthem would be the very singable "This Land Is Your Land". But it is not to be.
On another musical note: I was scanning the channels last night on the electric TV and came across a two hour homage to the great guitarist, Chet Atkins. But I tell you that to tell you this, as I was tuning in, there was the beautiful Queen of Country Music, Emmy Lou Harris singing "Precious Memories". My heart skipped a beat. When I die and go to heaven (or whatever metaphor is proper) I know Emmy Lou will be there to sing country ballads for me. And such a pretty package. She's holding up so well, too. I still remember in the 60's when she and a bunch of compadres stole the body of Gram Parsons and drove it from LA to the desert for proper disposal (burning if my memory serves).
Burning anything is symbolic of the fact that we're all on this flight together.

Dick