A partial re-write and full re-record of my teacher's protest song.

A song of love, loss, and unrelenting hatred for those pin-striped S.O.B.'s. WARNING: You might hear an occasional F-bomb.

Hey, it's good to let people know you miss 'em.

Written for a friend from days long past working in special needs summer camps... Now she's raising an autistic son, and doing an amazing job of it. Still, none of it's fair.

Another "oldie but goodie" that had never really gotten the love it deserved... The original version came in at over six minutes (and even I recognize in looking back that it was WAY too long).

Sometimes you gotta show New Hampshire a little love.

A few months back, Jim (MTC) posted an outstanding acoustic track which summoned up a clear-as-day memory from my childhood. The vividness of that memory resulted in this song... Amazing how such significant events in your life (like recognizing…

This song seemed to fit so nicely with this year's RPM feel that I decided to re-record it during February.

One of the first songs I ever wrote... When we bought our first house, we had a nice big back yard on a 1/3 acre lot... With the train tracks just on the other side of the back fence.

The title track for this year's RPM album. One mic. Live take. Please forgive the missed notes. LETTERS Writing while I drive with voices in my mind Passed along by friends I’ve never met Trying to stay alive in one place in time…