12 - Hunter's Dream...

And I am trying to tell a story here. But the noises of Bromford the friendly town at the bay and seaside are blogging my thoughts. And again this is no misspelling.

Where did Miss Spelling go - by the way?

Never mind.

I know that the big city is not blogging me but blocking my thoughts, stopping my train of thoughts. The world is too loud these days. Was it ever different, I wonder. What about my youth? What about my childhood? Do I remember silence?

And Bob Dylan is singing a song…

Ev'rybody's building the big ships and the boats,

Some are building monuments,

Others, jotting down notes,

Ev'rybody's in despair,

Ev'ry girl and boy

But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here,

Ev'rybody's gonna jump for joy.

Come all without, come all within,

You'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn.

I like to do just like the rest, I like my sugar sweet,

But guarding fumes and making haste,

It ain't my cup of meat.

Ev'rybody's 'neath the trees,

Feeding pigeons on a limb

But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here,

All the pigeons gonna run to him.

  ll without, come all within,

You'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn.

A cat's meow and a cow's moo, I can recite 'em all,

Just tell me where it hurts yuh, honey,

And I'll tell you who to call.

Nobody can get no sleep,

There's someone on ev'ryone's toes

But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here,

Ev'rybody's gonna wanna doze.

Come all without, come all within,

You'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn.

(Quinn the Eskimo) The Mighty Quinn