…one of the greatest troubadours of our time.

And in remembrance of my own days and nights on the Iron Range, the big lakes, and in Wisconsin.

Your chords and lyrics offered so much to define and to comfort then–

To remember now.

Thank you.

My condolences and encouragements to your loved-ones moving on.

And to others, too.

Now the old guitar stands in the corner of the room

scenes etched in the mellowed wood remembered

of a love lived true

e’en in the gales of  November

And who from the U.P. and Canada could ever forget: