Home, Home On The Road
Thanks to all the riders on the Bus who have left such supportive comments. This time away from the driver’s seat has been a mixed blessing for me. It has been nice to come home from the plant each day with nothing more to do than relax a bit. I’ve even had time to tune up an Autoharp and make a little music. On the other hand, I have missed my friends on the Bus and the good music and conversation that have come to be such an important part of my life.
During the past week I have updated my resume and put a few feelers out to test the job market. Fortunately, there appears to be an abundance of work in my field and I already have several standing offers. My wife has convinced me that, if we are going to make a move, we should go somewhere we haven’t been before. That’s a tall order considering our past gypsy lifestyle. The thought of leaving our home in Virginia is both exciting and at the same time a bit anxious. We have never been in one place as long as we have been at home here in Virginia.
One’s home can evoke strong emotions, whether it is the home one has left behind or an yet unseen new home in some distant land. Such strong emotions are the perfect fodder for song. Let’s get this old Bus back on the road with a few songs of home.
As one who has never spent much time in one place, I have always been fascinated by those whom have spent their entire lives in the same place as their forefathers. This song from Cheryl Wheeler (who moved from her home in Baltimore to live in New England) captures that fascination perfectly.
Learn more about Cheryl Wheeler, one of my favorite singer/songwriters, and buy her CDs at cherylwheeler.com