by on May 8, 2024

This is a drawing I did of a wood carving of Don Quixote that my mother brought home from Spain.  If the carver or any of his family members ever see this, they would recognize his work, and I hope they would like my work.

If I didn’t know better, I’d say I feel like Don Quixote, tilting at the windmills of my ideals.  I’ve felt that way my whole career, from Alabama theater, to Georgia country rock & roll, all the way down Flash Vegas’ music row, to the cast iron pot of Mississippi washer woman / philanthropist Miss (Ola) Oseola McCarty, I’ve been lost in a dream traveling in reverse; I’ve been Dreamin’ Backwards, with my suit of impenetrable mental armor carefully in place, firmly astride my invisible steed plodding, plodding, indefatigably plodding.

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