jpaulgorman

  How bout the Ace. Such a pretty face. Then the King. The joy he brings. I love the Queen. She makes me sing. But that dang ole Jack. Think he tripped out the back. Don't get in a rush. Wait for the flush. Don't take the bait. Tough to get a straight. Then the sublime. Sweet four of a kind. Gotta pay your dues. With the Full House Blues. Time to double down. Make up some ground. Put on your shades. Don't give it away. Take it to the end, friend. The dealer's gonna win. Don't you know, The dealer's gonna win. EAEx3 DAE

  I ain't got no boots, Ain't got no boots. Going to Ft. Worth in my shoes. Ye Old Bull And Bush, Ye Old Bull And Bush. Gonna bring my own food. Then it's Billy Strings, Then it's Billy Strings. Gonna knock off the arena roof. We'll get in the groove. He'll take us through our moods. We might get high. We might get high. I ain't got no boots, Ain't got no boots. Going to Ft. Worth in my shoes. D D7 CD CG CG AmCx2

The passport line is jammed packed.  Same as the drivers licence office, same as the registration office, same as all the other offices.  Fees and taxes and stickers and take a number, the waiting room awaits.  The chairs are hard and dirty, but the offices don't care.  Lots of cranky people looking to bolt the country, evidently. For reasons of disgust or fear, or both.  Maybe it's the jolt they needed, the liberty roar of the rational people.  We've been around.  The death of hair metal, the rise of the walkman, the smartphone takeover, glowing social scenes.  Lenny Kravitz.   It ain't over til it's over.  Robots building robots, loaded with all of human knowledge.  Softwired to learn.  Fearless for space, brave and new.  Looking up and staying busy, seeking technical improvements.