"I scarcely know where to begin, though I sometimes
facetiously place the cause of it all to Charley
Furuseth’s credit. He kept a summer cottage in Mill
Valley, under the shadow of Mount Tamalpais, and
never occupied it except when he loafed through the
winter months and read Nietzsche and Schopenhauer to
rest his brain."from: The Sea Wolf ~ Jack London (1905)
The Statler Brothers "Flowers on the Wall"
Gang of Four "Damaged Goods"
Vangelis "One More Kiss, Dear"
more from the sea wolf: ""One kiss, dear love," I whispered.
"One kiss more before they come and rescue us from ourselves,” she completed, with a most adorable smile, whimsical as I had never seen it, for it was whimsical with love..."
What makes a hometown a hometown?
Is it where one was born? Is it where a person
passed through puberty and on into adulthood, or is
it a place where one first feels "at home",
truly at home in the world?
Sparing the autobiographical details, I
have settled on the latter of the three. The
place that I consider my true hometown, a
iplace with a sense of place, a home in the
world as opposed to the place where the umbilical
was cut, the place or places where I got
taller, and or first grew hair on or near my
"naughty bits", or of the any other incidental
criterion...
One day I hope to make "wherever I lay my hat"
one and the same.
Daniel Johnston "Freedom"
Gang of Four "At Home He's a Tourist"
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