August Cape Cod

My home away from home, that source of peace and hope amidst the fierce strangeness and the desolate isolation of my estrangement continues to be Falmouth, home of my brother in all but blood, Jesse Swain, and his family. This weekend, Jesse was not here holding for me his usual comradeship and loyalty, life having taken us on different paths. But to Peter, his brother, Mr. and Mrs. Swain, and his Nana, Mrs. Fuhrman, in nobility of spirit and kindness of heart, this mattered not at all. And not only did they treat me as a valued friend of their son, but as a son of theirs true and dear. And thus they have become to me, family in every sense that matters. For that, for them, I am blessed, and grateful. They and their home are in every sense august, a much-needed hint of inspiration in this otherwise difficult August.

I believe that's enough out of me. A taste;

For those days of happiness, for those nights of serenity and security, I owe them a great debt.

For their gift of the beloved waters, their silver and salt

For their sincerity and respect, for sharing their lives, their loves, their ideas, their feelings


For sharing the wonder of written word and masterful music
For keeping me from writing such lyrics of aloneness, or such music so brilliantly pained

Washburn Island

Menauhant Beach

Falmouth Inner Harbor

"Baked in the Hole" since 1982

The Falmouth Grille

Together all, at my graduation in May

I hope a day comes when I can be half so generous, half so kind. I hope you see a glimmer of how I felt, what I saw, that weekend. Let me assure you, every visit is just as precious, and wholly unforgettable. Beautiful people make beautiful places magic. I hope your every moment is so. Good night to you all.