Come, see how she dies! See God through her life. See her children gather to celebrate and to mourn. Come, see how The Grey Lady lived!

Life. Death. Missing children. Lost friends. Mentors gone too soon. We all live in a time of grief.

See how they gossip and gabble. From the sidelines, they direct the dance as the young ones grow.

Dancing for dimes, donuts and dollars. From the juke joints to the church halls to the halls of power, still she dances, even as the music grows weary.

Come, see how she dances in the fullness of her life.

The dream remains, even as motherhood comes upon her.

The world moves as she moves. New music calls to her, 'Come dance with us'.

She was young once, a mere child singing in the countryside.

She was born dancing.

The song arises upon the hills.

A snippet from our upcoming/ongoing project: How The Grey Lady Dies

And another, a left over scrap from days gone by. Merry Christmas, you weird, weird people.

Well, this didn't come out at all as intended. Still, here it is, just a bit late for the Holiday Challenge. Enjoy?

So, got a new program and this happened. Haven't quite mastered the stereo mixer. Enjoy our late night FM offering.

And the sojourn is over. Thank you and Good Night!

Cuz we couldn't afford a full time rhythm.