back into the thick

heading back into the thick for my dad's first holiday after my mom died. since the 80s I've appreciated listening, like millions of other freaks, to arlo every thanksgiving and I suspect this one won't be any different. I grew up not far from stockbridge, massachusetts, and have fond memories of places where cops take foot dog-smellin prints, and while I'm not heading back there I am looking forward to hanging out with my dad for the week, so much so I'm awake at 430 in the morning listening to "alice." see you on the other side of the country.