MJS Creative Landing

Whether sunny or cloudy, whether rainy or breezy when things are going faster and never seems easy when the money is thin and the laughter is few know that this one thing is true I love you I always will til everything in time and space stands still you'll always be the better half of this one over here I love you I love you my dear When all the goods are very short, when nothings bought or sold when everything falls to pieces crumbling still whether here with you today or gone tomorrow know you can't bring me sorrow I love you I always will til everything in time and space stands still you'll always be the better half of this one over here I love you I love you my dear (needs a chorus)

My friend David Hill aka Dugan or Doobie... Dugan was about 2 years younger than I was when I was in grad school in Iowa City. I had just turned 22 and he was going on 20 when we met. He was from Ft. Madison, Iowa. He would tell me how his mother complained and scolded him if his hair grew near the top of his ears. He probably didn't need to be in college, but he surely didn't need to be the only son of this mother. He never spoke of his father. We would sit on the porch that divided his side of the duplex from my side. Two other white guys lived on his side with him, Chad and Tom. We talked about race, class and gender. He was skinny (svelte) is what I like to think of him because with all his unsophistication, I found him quite sophisticated in a lost soul charming way. He would toke on his bong all summer long. I would have my gin and orange juice in hand sipping while we solved the world's divided problems. I enjoyed our chats. Porch drinking was way better than bar dri...