Putting on my Grandpa Hat, I address the kind readers of my website:

I remember driving to Lonesome Road with my first girlfriend nearly 20 years ago now . . . we parked nearby and lay in the back of my Cherokee listening to music while it rained outside. Dude, it was so cool . . .

Ever since then, I always end up alone on Lonesome Road again by accident and feel the FULL OF WEIGHT OF TIME crush down upon me. Naturally, embarrassingly, I’ll also be listening to music I would have been listening to back then. As everyone knows, when you return to your hometown, especially under a dark and humid constellation as I have, you essentially devolve into a primitive life form that has the emotional maturity of a termite. Oops!!