A week of coastal thoughts in my head transpire to have me search out the tidal areas... whether they be a long lost coast or gator infested flood plains..... it's all the same warm breezes to the heart..... So with my meanderings of mind and matter, i move on.... in radio, as in life, it happens, so off i go, exploring again.... forever young with all the best, shouting out to lonely town while looking back to see some enchanted evening enhanced by trouble in mind and a loser's hand. All the while remembering that "cowboys still act like cowboys" in an american drive by.....