Sometimes, once in a while, but not too often,
I’ll visit some old familiar friends in my Airstream.
The midnight magic of a Willie Mays swing and a miss,
or the muddy fields of Baltimore with Johnny Unitas and the Colts
flowing into Secretariat running alone into legend at the Belmont.
Greatness is revealed in strange ways and forms — the Wizard of Oz,
Jackson Pollack and Lincoln’s letters. Peaceful Bones, enough said …