This grindstone in our neighborhood is the only remaining artifact from a windmill that stood on this site for 175 years, dating back to around 1635, when the Old Saybrook area was first colonized by Europeans. I love how the osprey nest (barely visible in the marsh on the left) echoes its shape, and further, the prehuman history of the area.
Did I mention that this December day – with temps around 60 and a breeze from a Summer, somewhere – drew me out for not just one, but two long walks?
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Arlo Guthrie played this song as the encore to his performance last nite at the Z in New Bedford, MA, and of course invited the sellout crowd to sing along. The lyrics were his father Woody’s, to which Arlo added the music. Apparently Woody left a couple thousand of these songs (poems?) – which he may have never put to music.
There were quite a few highlights to the evening – including the first tune of his daughter Sara Lee’s opening set, a cover of the song by “my father’s friend Donovan”, Catch The Wind. That itself was worth the price of admission. The evening was an intimate affair, kinda like going over to the Guthrie household for an evening of stories and song. That is his daughter Sara Lee on the left, and his son Abe on keyboards on the right, with Terry Hall on drums.
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