An Old New England Farm Boy

When I was a kid (here on our farm in RI) I slept the long sleeps of the playful innocent. Now an old man, I sleep the restless sleep of someone who has seen too much and, like this morning, I'm often up at 4 worrying about this and that. Old bones and bad dreams I guess ... at least the adventure continues, even in these worrisome times.

Be safe folks. Be kind. Care. Pray for Peace