When you speak the Truth, it is not necessarily beautiful…
I did not think.
In my naiveté I assumed.
I welcomed any who wanted to hear what I had to say, not thinking anyone would object to the truth as I see it.
You’d think a cynical old soldier like me would know better, but it turns out I still have some of the blind spots of youth. Someone took exception to something I wrote, and it caused some drama. They weren’t offended so much as scared, but it still caused some people to come to me in an official capacity to ask me what was going on. Rather than get caught up in any more issues, I’ve decided to move on down the road for a while.
I may be back this way again, and when I do, I’ll share the tales of my travels in distant lands. Until then, quoting the gospel of Led Zepplin, it’s time to ramble on. I'm going to put some more miles under my heels; there are places to go, and the Hard Road is waiting.