How does it feel, To be on your own, No direction Home

WE love you Bob Dylan, Oh how I can relate with these lyrics you sing, especially the ones at the top of the page, we all have our wild days, ahead and behind, left to our own devices we will fail with colors blind. I went to your expedition art at the weisman in minneapolis but, thats as close as I ever got. You a hero in my eyes as one of my padres, I have to realize you gave me my writing ability and now you see but, a clear picture of heaven from your eyes from above, centered in music for heaven to love.

I came home after the war and you were not in sight and I never knew what took you out of the world but, I pray you are out of pain, and now we remain; faith, hope, and Love.