Recent rain is hampering my weekend plans to do yard projects. The ground is too muddy to run the lawn mower let alone reinforce a retaining wall as I’d planned. But the sun has started the drying process and with the help of the warm breeze, it shouldn’t take too long so there’s no point in complaining.
On April 7 we lost John Prine to the COVID-19 virus. I don’t usually pay much attention to celebrities when they die, and truth be told, he never really felt like a celebrity in the sense that most others do. He was a brilliant writer. His voice fit him. He had the best voice for the words he penned. But first and foremost, to me he was the consummate poet. In his lyrics he spoke volumes. There won’t be another John Prine.