In 1956, my mother Dona Rae, who was twenty-four, and her friend Luella took a Greyhound bus from Grand Forks, North Dakota to Long Beach, California. They were young and brave. (Written in 2024)
I wrote this song the day after attending “A Tribute to John Prine” at Conor Byrne Pub in Ballard, WA. It’s about my “salad days” in the early 80s. (Written in 2023)