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There are moments, rare 

when you can see the change, when you can watch time passing.

There are moments, deep in memory 

where dreams are born and your heart is shaped, crafted, sculpted and painted with experience.

The television set in the living room of my home, my first home, where I grew up, where my memories still live, alive with flickering blue and white against a green background, mixing with the glow of Christmas tree lights and advent candles on a winter's night in 1969, and my father and I on our knees as if in prayer watching a futile attempt to go ahead on a two point conversion only to find redemption and a second chance from the twelfth player on the field that lead to an improvised frantic finish that won the game and forever my heart.

There are moments, rare

when time stands still, when a passing spirit pauses

and you can wave good bye

and say thank you one more time.

This summer my dad asked me to make a CD of some old bluegrass, folk and country gospel tunes.  It began with playing the song "Life is Like A Mountain Railroad" at the church I grew up in and having so many people share their memories of that song.  I recorded the songs over a weekend, usually beginning with vocals and guitar and then adding other instruments later.  I've posted a few songs on the "Listening Room" page on this site.   I hope you enjoy the music and Happy Thanksgiving.

I posted my writings about September 11th 2001 on my blog which you can find here:

http://kevinslick.blogspot.com/2011/09/ten-years-after.html

It's not often we have the chance to be in the midst of such historical events and I've tried to think about and learn from what I saw, heard and felt that day and the days that followed.  I'm still learning.