I can barely see what I’m typing

I made the mistake of deciding to record my John Hartford LPs, and of reading the message board at his website while I did it . . . .

It sill hurts like hell that Mr. John’s gone, more than a year later . . . .

When there is a river in your growing up, you probably always hear it.
— Carrie Stier

About Marchbanks

I'm an elderly tech analyst, living in Texas but not of it, a cantankerous and venerable curmudgeon. I'm yer SOB grandpa who has NO time for snot-nosed, bad-mannered twerps.
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