“He lives in Cambridge; Rick is a blues guitar player…

…Baby let me follow you down…” If some of you haven’t noticed I am a huge Bob Dylan fan (i.e. my posts titles: mostly Dylan lyrics) anyways this is my last post of the week, (unless I find a PC) I am off to the green pastures of Upstate NY, to be more exact: Peaslyville, NY. There is nothing quite like Peaslyville, if it wasn’t for the people living there it would be my version of Heaven. The mountains are so beautiful this time of year, the oranges, red and gold colors shimmer in the cool breeze. There is a stream next to my house where I used to go fishing, sometimes all day. Don’t get me started on my backyard, it just keeps on going, seemingly never ending, the trees are aged by the century there, you can’t see the ground its covered in pine needles and moss, a cozy area for deer to bed (with the exception of hunting season) and the birds, the birds never stop singing, all day you hear the blue jays, wrens and goldfinches and at night the gentle sounds of the whippoorwill will put you right to sleep and as the sun climbs the mountains the chickadee’s come to life, you can see that this world was not an accident here, it was created by a Master craftsman, knowing His trade like no other. Glory. As you can see I have quite an attachment, to this little known town although, I loathe it at the same time. If it were deserted it would be paradise but, with all the rednecks it’s more of an irritation. Anywho… I am going back for the weekend to see my family, friends and my dog: Digger. I have three classes tomorrow but, I will be finished at 2:40pm. See you on Sunday night oh beloved fans (no one reads my Blogg) Just keep that image in your heads and Make an homage to Peaslyville, see the sights.