tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726608.post8269428472478913311..comments2024-01-05T00:39:19.239-08:00Comments on SLING'S DOMAIN: Don't you know?..You can't go home again.Slinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12156315627331213427noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726608.post-47439581167035428482008-10-06T21:40:00.000-07:002008-10-06T21:40:00.000-07:00Middle child againAh Sling I know the place. I kno...Middle child again<BR/><BR/>Ah Sling I know the place. I know it exists somewhere, inside the heart and it holds us as a treasured child.<BR/><BR/>Its inside the house when the weather is cold and wild and everyone you love and have ever loved is there or okay.<BR/><BR/>Its looking at the night sky from the back steps of my child home with the house behind me<BR/><BR/>Its the last Christmas day I spent with my little family before Don was killed,,,<BR/><BR/>and its inside that song an old time favourite of mine -summer days/ youth<BR/><BR/>Sling you made me cry again but its okay...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726608.post-21547128027543354732008-10-05T20:04:00.000-07:002008-10-05T20:04:00.000-07:00au shucks...au shucks...Traveling Matthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09508987701142070285noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726608.post-84227000144045356112008-10-04T13:07:00.000-07:002008-10-04T13:07:00.000-07:00Sniff, i miss home too...not so much a place but t...Sniff, i miss home too...not so much a place but the feel of my daughter's hug, or a peanut butter kiss from Sachi.....hearing the waves of the ocean are nice too....but people are my home now.rosemaryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03300107116527320425noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726608.post-60933166686262615512008-10-03T21:19:00.000-07:002008-10-03T21:19:00.000-07:00oh and i love james taylor..but i never thought i'...oh and i love james taylor..<BR/>but i never thought i'd never see you again....gee what a great song THAT wasyellowdoggrannyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14906624317290990109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726608.post-43803601187620623462008-10-03T21:08:00.000-07:002008-10-03T21:08:00.000-07:00Wow, I was right there with you when I read that.Wow, I was right there with you when I read that.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726608.post-9399058003423095912008-10-03T17:17:00.000-07:002008-10-03T17:17:00.000-07:001. James Taylor. What a guy. WHAT a fucking guy. ...1. James Taylor. What a guy. WHAT a fucking guy. <BR/><BR/>Not sure you'd have liked him, but we saw Derek Trucks a couple of weeks ago ... aowwww and other noises. Place was loaded with guitarists. Friend found us at intermission to tell us Michael Landau had come up from LA to catch Derek. See what a tiny itsy bitsy world you musicians have? It's pretty fun.<BR/><BR/>2. One of my favorite fiction books is Kundera's Nostalgia and I'd put your few perfect paragraphs up against his book any day.booda babyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09424036488795599663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726608.post-74184349681162582742008-10-03T15:22:00.000-07:002008-10-03T15:22:00.000-07:00I love this. You describe all of us when we long f...I love this. You describe all of us when we long for home.Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15708010694158542241noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726608.post-21163812944062828312008-10-03T13:20:00.000-07:002008-10-03T13:20:00.000-07:00You, my friend, are a poet. Which I've noted befo...You, my friend, are a poet. Which I've noted before but what the hell.<BR/><BR/>Loves me some JT.Lorrainehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15130321823549477784noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726608.post-25984291046036318532008-10-03T10:24:00.000-07:002008-10-03T10:24:00.000-07:00Im so lucky to be in my home...i was raised in the...Im so lucky to be in my home...i was raised in the military and moved all over but mesquite, texas was my daddy's home and was always home to me..but that mesquite of 1,800 is no longer there ..it's more like 180,000 now ..so west, texas is my home ..have lived here for the past 15 years....and came here the first time to live 30 years ago...so this is my home..i love my little town, and love my state with its big fat beautiful clouds..it may not be for everyone ...but it's for meyellowdoggrannyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14906624317290990109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726608.post-3263460953307944242008-10-03T09:25:00.000-07:002008-10-03T09:25:00.000-07:00I get real homesick when I am at work. I just wan...I get real homesick when I am at work. I just wanna go home and cuddle with Homer...or I just dont want to be at work.sagewebhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06818567803401688931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726608.post-38805345696405901472008-10-03T09:16:00.000-07:002008-10-03T09:16:00.000-07:00I find myself feeling homeless. I don't know wher...I find myself feeling homeless. I don't know where home is.LostInColorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15193497209648434779noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726608.post-37267063475200824972008-10-03T08:28:00.000-07:002008-10-03T08:28:00.000-07:00it's not where i go, it's what's there when i wake...it's not where i go, it's what's there when i wake up.<BR/><BR/>turtles, wild herbs and black dogs.billy pilgrimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00128876723713271131noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726608.post-14465483351446003082008-10-03T08:16:00.000-07:002008-10-03T08:16:00.000-07:00I remember thinking exactly the same thing about t...I remember thinking exactly the same thing about the centerfolds in my Granpa's magazines.Allanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00419026498128315319noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31726608.post-7000422572147971592008-10-03T03:12:00.000-07:002008-10-03T03:12:00.000-07:00I go there often in my mind too dear..times have b...I go there often in my mind too dear..times have been sort of rough here lately and I find myself drifting home at odd moments- a late summer afternoon and I can smell the pines and tobacco being harvested in the back fields and hear all the familiar sounds. I think I just mentally need a hug from Grandma right now.Doralonghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08529026755912430796noreply@blogger.com