Pre-European North America...I'd like to fish the waters I truly love now, before white man came and fucked up everything. And I'd like to spend some time rough camping around my home before it became "civilized" (that word sticks in my throat).

The ACTUAL years of our Lord. It would be enlightening to witness what has driven so many to do so much right and so much wrong.

More to the folk point...I'd like to witness my grandfather, who I never knew, play his native Scots tunes on the fiddle I now have.

And...Either go back to prevent my selling a Gibson guitar, or to kick my ass for selling it. Sigh...

Peace, Mooh.