…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.
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: