My mother used to sing this to me when I was little, and I sing it to my kids now. I’d never heard good old Woody sing it, but by the power of the internet, here it is. This Land is Your Land, by Woodie Guthrie.
Daily Archives: May 21, 2009
Dreams of Home
So it looks like I won’t be making that trip home to Michigan that I thought I would this June, due to, how you say, irresolvable differences of contractual interpretation between myself and my employer. I’m tempted to give in to sentimentality here and list out all the things I really miss about home, but […]