There were voices onceThat told me storiesAnd took me through time and spaceBut now they are silentAnd all I can doIs to wanderAnd squander the time I have leftRegretting not letting the voicesCarry me away while I had them. There was a time onceWhen the course of lifeWas infinite and…

I was coming home from work the other day when I happened to pass a woman driving an old station wagon.  What you would take away from that momentary observation is probably much different than what I did.  For her sake and yours, I hope so.  For the storyteller, inspiration…