Highway 29
The road was filled with broken glass and gasoline/She wasn’t sayin’ nothin’, it was just a dream
The wind come silent through the windshield/All I could see was snow and sky and pines
I closed my eyes and I was runnin’/I was runnin’ then I was flyin’
Highway 29 – Bruce Springsteen, 1995
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Greetings From Canada
Oh hey! How’s it goin’, eh? I’m new here…and am the token Canadian in the group.
I met the members of The Sublime League of the Holy Lens in February, when I ventured down to Detroit…I was told I was crazy for meeting two complete strangers in an abandoned factory in one of the most dangerous cities in a foreign country. Well, I’m still here, so take that, nay-sayers!