The Desert is Quiet, Cleveland is cold..
Where can you go after you've lived at the beach? I can walk two minutes away and assuredly see at least one familiar face getting a tan on a bench, hanging out the window of a beach bar or walking out if the neighborhood hardware shop... and yet, I know that one of these days, I'm going to need to get somewhere cheaper .. and less crowded. Once you've lived in a paradise it's so hard to consider leaving, no doubt I will regret any locale and it won't be their fault .. there is simply no comparison in the US to my perfect oasis here hidden off the PCH. So, for now, I am desert dreaming with a side dish of an RV in Ohio and close to The People .. When I think of the juxtaposition of the Desert and Cleveland, I know for certain old Townes Van Zandt was singing about me n Tony...