Where are we now? Where are we headed, blue-eyed son? Ah, we know the way somehow
By dead reckoning—From distance and direction already traveled,
From stories and songs already sung. Voices beckoning Around turns and bends far flung.

Where are we now? Where are we headed, blue-eyed son? Ah, we know the way somehow By dead reckoning—From distance and direction already traveled, From stories and songs already sung. Voices beckoning Around turns and bends far flung.

This Backward Motion (revisited)

Welcome! I'm Jim McGinnis and this is a place for thoughts and musings of an old Floridian. At its heart, stories, and reflections on the lives of Americans. Oftentimes, my studio is my back porch, where there are frequently sounds of crickets, birds, barking dogs, and trains. So I apologize for the raw recordings, but that’s me—unbridled and unvarnished.

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