Dang, lemme pull up a stump, LEJ, and hand me a Sam Adams. I am bone weary and a little nervous about the world, let me say. And sitting with my knees pointing at the fire and just listening to it crackle to the stars ad watching the pines silhouetted before the moon is my idea of thebest possible way to unwind.

Maybe its just me, being less knowledgeable than some in such matters, but one of the finest campfire songs I know is that simple one:

Eyes like the morning star
Cheeks like the rose!
Laurie was a pretty gal,
God Almighty knows.
Hear that lonesome whistle blow,
Hear the coyote wail.
All up and down along
The Colorado trail.

Regards, and thanks,

A