I ripped this off an old CD at the radio station one day. I’d already heard Greg Brown’s truly awesome song “Joy Tears” on the radio. All that winter I burned fires and cedarwood incense and looked out the diamond-mullioned windows at the rain as Greg sang about wandering up and down the Willamette, dammit. I had made a little living room table out of rough barn wood and cedar logs, and I sat by it sipping tea with my big old stereo unit on the hardwood floor. I was close to a place where any man would like to be.

In time, I let the dog find me, and now I’ve got a slide-in camper for my truck. The moon, she’s still listening.