Here we see the wild Lucky in his natural habitat…

At the end of the road, there is a field.

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However, reaching this “end” doesn’t answer the question 

There is a road behind my house that haunts my dreams.

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It is a road where adventure might lie just off the path, and no place will ever be visited twice, unless by

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Phish 11/29/09 Cumberland County Civic Center, Portland, ME - photo by Dave Vann © Phish 2009.

The epic return of Phish to the city of Portland began weeks before the foursome stood before a crowd of 8,000 strong.  Phish had not played Portland since the late- 1990s and tickets sold out within seconds of being officially on sale.  A huge clamoring for the originally $50 tickets drove prices up exponentially.  And people paid.

Fast forward to the evening of 11/29 and the atmosphere in Portland

Life,

constantly clutters with the piling papers of subsistence.

I take the simple bones of the day

and stitch them to my soul.

“The portapotty

at the beach can be lovely…

when freshly serviced…”

“Once weaned from the ephemeral craving for TV, most people will find they enjoy the time they spend reading..” — Stephen King, On Writing

Smashed © J. Sullivan 2009

“Can we take a walk?” he said, “One foot in front of the other–through leaves,over bridges..”

Burning Bush © J. Sullivan 2009