Off to play brunch music this morning at Stutzmans' cafe in Sangerville. I'll be playing with Sid, not with the whole band, and I have no idea what we'll be doing because Sid and I never play alone together. Fresh tomato and sausage strata, wild blueberry pancakes, blueberry puddings, roasted red potatoes, bacon, and eggs are the brunch features this morning, so if you're around, come eat a lot of food and puzzle over what I'm doing.

In the meantime, I leave you with this poem from the western Pennsylvania project:

Abandoned Country Song (1972) 

Dawn Potter 

My darling has left for the city,
And my heart is as bleak as a barn.
Now I blink at the pattern
Of dust that once mattered
And can’t tell which memory I mourn.