“What is a poor boy to do except for to play in some kinda punk rockin hillbilly band.”

Lyrics from, REDNECK WHITETRASH BLUES by Tom Diventi

In that time of life as we knew it, time was irrelevant. The years in those olden times were of no consequence. There was no video or internet. There were no cell phones or digital social media and networking.  At best some grainy photo’s, a fistful of cassette tapes and a pile of typewritten pages to document what was happening in those times. Cut and paste was literally cut and paste.  Now, after wandering the cities for 60 odd years, collecting my poetry and art, music and religion, and visions of a life well lived herein. Absolutely free,  for any and all in this time…