I'm having problems with my computer program that I use to do my paper work on for school. I work on it at school when I can. Then I come home and work on it some more. I'm going in circles here. I've asked for help from a few people and no one seems to know how to fix it. I'm taking the weekend off from it all and going to visit Linda. But I've gotta tell you that this situation is reminscent of what I've experienced all my life. I finally work up enough humility to admit that I need help, I ask for it, and no one helps me. Go figure.

I have a contact for my paper on Donald Davidson and John Crowe Ransom. A retired college English professor out of Pennsylvania has agreed to point me in the right direction. I also have the name of a college professor from Miami University in Oxford, Ohio who has written a book about Davidson. I've found that more was written about Ransom because he was so charismatic. But I think I might like Davidson better.

Assistants have thawed out somewhat. I really don't care. I don't fit in with them and there's no point in trying. They are at a point in their lives that I have left way behind.

Dirt Road

As sung by Sawyer Brown

Daddy worked hard for his dollar
He said some folks don't, but that's o.k.
They won't know which road to follow
Because an easy street might lead you astray

Chorus:
I'll take the dirt road, it's all I know
I've been a'walking it for years
It's gone where I need to go
It ain't easy, it ain't supposed to be
So I'll take my time
And life won't pass me by
'Cause it's right there to find, on the dirt road

I have lived life in the fast lane
You gotta watch your back and look both ways
When it's said and done the time we have is borrowed
You better make real sure you're headed the right way

Chorus x2

On the dirt road