Much as she tries to be the balance of mystery and logic, abstraction and concrete and all of the other opposing forces, I still detect a soundness of mind and rationale for actions. With this in mind, I have been wondering this oft thought of question : What kind of shoes do you think she wears and which ones does she like the most?
I know she has a pair of knee high mocassins with fringed tops, because she wore them in one of her pictures. I remember them because I have an identical pair and wear them often. They're comfy.
It depends on the season, Duncan. In the above freezing weather, I likes my bare feets. I wear my rawhide mocs almost everywhere cause they're good in the woods and let me creep around silent like. When I'm dealing with the horses, I likes my shit kickin' boots. When I go out, visitin' like or out in the cold and snow, I wear my moosehide mukluks, in the summertime and I'm a walkin' through the barnyard I wear my flip-flops... But by far, my most favorite form of footswear is my bare feets. Sam It's strange to be old. I feel the same as I did when I was a kid. But so much has happened in my life. Lost my first husband to Nam, lost my only son to SIDS. Took a lot of drugs, drank a lot of booze, beat cancer, came back from the dead three or four times for real, and I'm still kickin'. Today, I feel like the luckiest woman alive. I was approached in the grocery store today by a guitar playin' rover. He gave me his phone number and chatted me up quite a bit... all the while I was thinking to myself... "I'm an old woman... leave me the fuck alone." It seems like yesterday But it was long ago 1st husband was handsome, he was the king of my nights There in the darkness with the radio playlng low And the secrets that we shared The mountains that we moved Caught like a wildfire out of control 'Til there was nothing left to burn and nothing left to prove And I remember what he said to me How he swore that it never would end I remember how he held me oh so tight Wish I didn’t know now what I didn’t know then Against the wind We were runnin’ against the wind We were young and strong, we were runnin’ Against the wind And the years rolled slowly past And I found myself alone Surrounded bv strangers I thought were my friends I found myself further and further from my home And I guess I lost my way There were oh so many roads I was living to run and running to live Never worried about paying or even how much I owed Moving eight miles a minute for months at a time Breaking all of the rules that would bend I began to find myself searchin’ Searching for shelter again and again Against the wind A little something against the wind I found myself seeking shelter against the wind Well those drifters days are past me now I’ve got so much more to think about Deadlines and commitments What to leave in, what to leave out Against the wind I’m still runnin’ against the wind Well I’m older now and still Against the wind Words and music by bob seger
