the anchor, that is it, the heart, the dedication. I never saw the minutemen. Long ago, I stood outside the bar, peaking through the mailslot, when I could. Lifting the springed flap open, the music astoundinginishly good sounding. I did not know what to think, or to commit to. and the lack of funds, I knew I wanted to be close, but I held back on buying a ticket and being inside.
just as well, all these years later, and all this time past.
I look at the anchor.
and tonight, I feel lucky, to feel regret, that something, that part of me, way back when,was looking, and that something in me, its grown up a bit. Its learned.
thanks Mike, thanks for playing tonight I'm glad I got to see you. and Cheers to d.boon, and George Hurley. I don't know what else to say, but, thanks.