nowhere to run, baby

Well, like I said yesterday, the folk on Block Island don't want me. I doubt those in Missouri do either, especially since I'm from New York. I remember the cowboy who said, "The city people are gonna come down here and take our food." My plumbers in Missouri agreed to turn on my water "since no one has been in the house" and my friends in Thomasville said gas was cheap and to bring my own drinking water and food. Last year they would have offered me water from their well. Frank and Dianne are holed up too.
  On the brighter side, Black Horizon. Well, the name isn't bright, but the fact of its composition is. My granddaughter Camilla has composed a piece that she hopes others will contribute to and share. She has worked on it for quite a while—see in-progress video—and in this time of quarantine has finished and put it out there. Please share the Black Horizon link with any musicians you know. She would be so very happy.