This was originally an advertising campaigns promoting Guinness-brand draught stout
I think it was written by a young man who wasn’t very ambitious in life and knew he would inherit the family fortune. While waiting he was consuming Guinness stout and writing advertising dittys.
Fortieth Class Reunion
I’m not really going to be walking, some walking maybe but not for the most part. I’m going back home. At least where home was when I was growing up; Ontario, Ohio. It will be a journey through many states and back in time. Way back in time.
This trip might be a little [...]
I felt the call of the open road. It tugged at my soul for a long time before I gave into it’s call.
Yes that blurry spot above the tree line is the last thing to pass through the bugs mind as it hit the windshield.
I still like the photo and the call of the [...]
