Ebbie, did you get to meet/hear Katie's friend Laura while she was there? One hell of a songwriter, she is.

There's still time, Alison! One of my big regrets is that I never made it to Oz or NZ while I was living in Hawaii. (I know...there's still time!)

This seems to be an appropriate time to reprise one of the few songs (well, it's a parody, pace Mary Garvey) I've written recently:

HOW CAN I KEEP FROM MOVING
©2003 Mark Cohen
(to the tune of "How Can I Keep From Singing")

My life flows on in endless rows
Of cardboard boxes standing
The moving men will stop and rest
Upon the seventh landing
The waiting van, the bags, the crates
Somehow I find them soothing
I'm at my best when wrapping plates
How can I keep from moving?

What though the newsprint and the tape
Are strewn across the kitchen
What though the thirty crates of books
Have movers all a-bitchin'
A box well-packed makes me most calm
While tape to me is clinging
I hear the call of towns unknown
How can I keep from moving?

While others tremble, sick with fear
At thoughts of packing cartons
While friends all moan, I nod and smile
And neatly fold the curtains
Another house will soon be home
But joy that needs no proving
Is mine whenever movers come
How can I keep from moving?



Aloha,
Mark

PS, This song is NOT about me, despite my extensive collection of return address labels.