another_piece_falls_away birdmad a few pen-strokes on paper and the house i was raised in is an object in the rear-view mirror. i had, however briefly, thought about trying to make a go of it again, but decided that in the time i had been away i had become as alien to the neighborhood as it was to me. it will never be home again it's been a long time since it ever was 040727 ... pete . 040727 ... . . 041209 what's it to you? who go blather from