one from the road

From what feels like a long time ago, right before Philipp and I met, May 2005--my first cross-country trip; the feeling was one of having a whole life before you. P.S. I still feel this way.

This one's for my sister and for myself, I guess. Some lyrics from a song my Daddy raised us on. Its sort of an anthem for us Kales, I suppose:

Ramblin' Man by The Allman Brothers Band

Lord, I was born a ramblin' man,
Tryin to make a livin and doin the best I can.
And when its time for leavin,
I hope you'll understand,
That I was born a ramblin' man.

Well my father was a gambler down in Georgia,
He wound up on the wrong end of a gun.
And I was born in the back seat of a Greyhound bus
Rollin down highway 41.

I'm on my way to New Orleans this mornin,
Leaving out of Nashville, Tennessee,
They're always having a good time down on the bayou,
Lord, them delta women think the world of me.