If you should pull up next to me on some interstate, while this song is on the radio, you will be utterly convinced I am suffering from some sort of spaz attack. Bobbing my head, tapping the steering wheel, and just movin' with the groovin.'
I've lived here on The Poor Farm most of my life. Located in western Kansas, where the wind blows - supposedly the Dodge City weather station at the airport has the highest average wind speed in the CONUS. It would be the "sticks" out here if there were any trees, but I like it. I really like the spring - when it is calm, and the smell of the fresh wheat and other plants fill the air with a unique "green" smell. My real love is the fall, when the air is cooling and calm, when you breath the air it is like a drink of cool water. Speaking of cool water, my well produces some mighty good tasting stuff. It is hard water for sure - all the faucets have lime on them, but I'll take it over soft mossy smelling reservoir water from the city any day.
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The last of the great tunes that the Who put out - and one of the very few good ones done after Keith Moon kicked the bucket.
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