Campground

I lost my dad four years ago.  He was an exceptional teacher, a really good man, and one of my closest friends.  I have the annoying habit of playing DJ around friends and family.  Even during his last weeks of hospice, I put together little mixes of Ella Fitzgerald, Sarah Vaughan, JJ Johnson and Kai Winding.  This spiritual reminds me of singing in choirs at Interlochen, but I also love the metaphor of campground.  Some place at home away from home. Some place you carry with you. Some place along the river of time where you stopped with the best people.  Some place perhaps more permanent than the brick you live in today.

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