Good Evening Mr. & Ms. America & All The Ships At Sea

"I can feel them you know. The ones who are out there." - Palomba
"What about the ones who aren't?"-King
"I feel them too."- Palomba
"How do you tell the difference?"- King
"That's the problem, I can't."- Palomba

I can't tell anymore. You're all starting to feel the same to me. If you're from Norman, Oklahoma or Palisades Park, New Jersey...I can't tell the difference. I know there aren't as many of you as there used to be, but that's to be expected.

I know this gets worse and worse. Seems like less and less. But...

I never promised you anything. Never made any guarantees other than to say that I will be here until I don't need to be here anymore, and then I'll be somewhere else.

Manhattan, Montgomery, Mobile, Morocco, Madrid...they all feel the same.

The Brunswicks do too. New Brunswick, North Brunswick, South Brunswick, Old Brunswick...you get the picture.

Hawthorne blows my mind. But then again it's running together with Haledon, Wayne, Wyckoff, etc., etc.

So look...I know someone's here, sometimes, occassionally, rarely. But I can't tell who, at least not exactly, not anymore. From Chappaqua to Britain to Singapore and back you're all starting to smell the same to me. No offense meant, but I just can't feel you like I used to. So I guess I'll have to work on seeing you.

It's just about time for the sun to rise...all the better to see the world with.