I suspect that many other people are in the same shape I am now in, but I don’t want to complain about that. My only wish is to share a song with you–if you are interested. If, not, shut me down before I begin.
How many roads must a man walk down before you can call him a man? How many seas must a white dove sail before she sleeps in the sand? How many times must the cannon balls fly before the’re forever banned? The answer my friend is blowing in the wind. The answer is blowing in the wind.
How many years can a mountain exist before it is washed to the sea? How many years can some people exist before they’re allowed to be free? How many times can a man turn his head pretending he just doesn’t see? The answer my friend is blowing in the wind. The answer is blowing in the wind.
How many times must a man look up before he can see the sky? How many ears must one man have before he can hear people cry ? How many deaths will it take till he knows that too many people have died? The answer my friend is blowing in the wind The answer is blowing in the wind.
God bless all of you. Writing helps me to think, so I hope it doesn’t bother you.
The Treasure Hunter 
This is always on my set list and it is the first song I teach guitar students–moslty recently a precocious Italian woman who is the program director for my wife’s non-profit her in Switzerland. Everybody seems to know it–all ages–and it always moves me. Dylan won a Nobel. Long-haired dope smokin’ songwriter from Greenwich Village. Won a Nobel…
We will beat this thing. Blessings.
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Hey Joanne–please edit my typo: “mostly” to “most.” Nice post.
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Thank you for communicating. I need more than I get in order to stay sane. How hard it is to be alone.
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