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A medley to remember

Her and There

Words and Music by Bobby Angel

Maybe you saw me maybe you didn’t the best part of life is always hidden you and me we’ll find that treasure take it to a higher level you and me we’ll never settle check it out check it out check it out we’ll be flying we’ll be rising over top of the horizon past the pain and all the dying finally we are arriving we are there we are there yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

I met her at the picnic table a cup of coffee in her hand she told me we couldn’t stay there so we went walking in the sand surf splashing at our ankles eventually we made the pier where she turned and told me one more step and we are there

Above the clouds passing by thirty five thousand feet up in the sky you know I think about you all of the time you’re always there up in my mind

Going down to the ground I wonder if you’re still around I wonder I wonder I wonder I’m a wanderer I am a plunderer I am a wrangler I am a gambler I am a rambler I am a galloper I am a guzzler I am a hustler I am a messenger and I will not stop until I find her

Has anybody been there lately has anybody been there lately has anybody been there lately and if so could you please tell me where she might me can anybody tell me

Maybe you saw me maybe you didn’t the best part of life is always hidden you and me we’ll find that treasure take it to a higher level you and me we’ll never settle check it out check it out check it out we’ll be flying we’ll be rising over top of the horizon past the pain and all the dying finally we are arriving we are there we are there yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Not getting there

Midstream

Words and music by Bobby Angel

Midstream midstream that’s where I’ll always be. Midstream midstream that’s where I’ll always be.

Don’t want to go to the other bank I’ve been there before so no thanks and I don’t want to return to the other shore there ain’t nothing for me there anymore. Midstream midstream there’ ain’t nothing for me there anymore. Midstream midstream it’s where I want to be. Midstream midstream midstream it’s where I want to be. Midstream midstream midstream midstream.

Don’t care if I get washed away sounds better than having to stay and maybe it’s not to late to turn back the clock and regain my fate Midstream midstream there’ ain’t nothing for me there anymore. Midstream midstream it’s where I want to be. Midstream midstream midstream it’s where I want to be. Midstream midstream midstream midstream.

Getting there isn’t what counts and it’s never the end when the ship goes down or maybe it is you never know it’s called learning to go with the flow. Midstream midstream it’s where I want to be. Midstream midstream midstream it’s where I want to be. Midstream midstream midstream midstream.

Midstream midstream that’s where I’ll always be. Midstream midstream that’s where I’ll always be.

Feline adventure

Ballad of a Florida Panther

Words and Music by Bobby Angel

Step right up I got a story to tell. It takes place in Old Florida near a wishing well. The names and places may be re-arranged. But what went down is more or less the same. It was midnight in Salt Lake when she got the fateful call about a missing footprint of a Texas Panther paw. It sounded so peculiar, she packed her bags and sent her money in for a Florida Cougar license tag. Turns out Tamiami’s too fast for our liking, gonna hafta ban all the cars and keep it to ten-speed biking, or use lots of ripple strips, you know they work just fine. Or how about painting a panther on a couple of signs.

It isn’t simple, there’s no easy plan.

First a hundred panthers, and how her.

She took The Plan deep into the woods. Panther got one look, he said – “This ain’t no good. We need a bridge that spans from here to “there, Route the traffic down around in boats, or fly it up in the air.” Whatever happened to living on the land? That got lost to development, it’s approved in The Plan. “You mean to tell me, there’s no place left to go? First they stuck me in the mud, next they’ll send us to the snow.” “Oh, you mean the glaciers? Yeah, they’re moving in, too. What once was dry land is seeping in my shoe.” “Hurry up and mix, we’ve gotta pour the plaster before that rain cloud fills the print up any faster!”

Florida is a force sort of like fate

“Would you like some raw hog head?” “No thank you I just ate.”

Bulldozers were scraping out on the ledge. They escaped inside a high rise and stood out on the ledge. Out with the pigeons, she pulled out some flossing, then rappelled their way down to a new wildlife crossing. She ran with her feet, he with his paws. They lived on the edge of society breaking all its laws. But after a while, the read the writing on the wall and climbed through a hole in the barbed wire because the fence was too tall. Senator Abstentia gave us half an ear as the crowd of screaming fans burst into tears. A tele-evangelist called it a “question of faith,” that we’ll get the “world and more,” if only we wait.

“Don’t they know, we’re a dying breed?

We need fifteen square miles just to roam free.”

They finally were rescued in a big cage in the zoo and fed lots of horse de oeuvres – and on Tuesday Cordon Blue. Then one night the wind blew something through their minds and they hopped the fence and put twenty miles behind. Where were they going? They didn’t even know. Panther cut the trail and she just went with the flow. Until all in an instant, it showed up in a flash, Panther dove into a water hole with a wad full of cash. They boarded a plane wearing fake mustaches. Border Patrol checked his ID while she did her eyelashes. They lived on an island that they called home, behind a waterfall that shined like sports car chrome. He poured a drink in the now dying sun as she stirred the straw and sipped: “It was the perfect amount of rum.” The fish were plentiful and the mist was good for her skin. All in all, it was a real win-win.

Farewell Old Florida, you’re a distant dream

Sometimes I lie awake at and wonder what it all means.

Dream revisited

Wrong Side of a Dream

Words and music by Bobby Angel

Its good to be out, but I aim to get back in. Then she walks across the floor, ain’t nothing more than I want than her, I’ll do what it takes to win. My money ain’t what it used to be but the men at the table don’t breath ’cause they know I got an ace up my sleave.

“Ma’am if you don’t mind, I got something to say. You know I’m sort of thinking out loud, but in this crowd my words won’t come. It didn’t used to be this way.”

“Promises are made, but harder yet to keep.” She said it through her lips so sweet I had to repeat it back through my mind

Wrong side of a dream, when you ain’t got nothing left. But you’ll always be what you’ll be, on the day that you left home.

The man whose brought up to want it his way, he’ll break you in two with his hand, unless there’s a plan to bring him to his knees. When I give the sign please don’t delay. We don’t need much, we’ll make it on the run, ’cause there are others who will fill his shoes and we can’t choose who they might be

“Do you believe that love can pass you by?” “They say it happens all the time, but don’t you find it sweeter that way?” “I’m never gonna let you down!” But then she frowned and I wondered why. “You didn’t think I’d leave it this way?” Then she just turned away and froze.

Wrong side of a dream, when you ain’t got nothing left. You’ll always be what you’ll be, on the day that you left home.

What was it she said stuck to the back of my mind. I couldn’t tell what she meant so I went forward anyway, and threw my cards down to the ground. The wall is written with what we don’t quite believe. I winged it all on a prayer and then I just sat and stared and cried.

Do you remember how we once saw the world? It passed us by in a blur can’t even be sure that it was even there. Or when we die we go there instead. You don’t know nothing ’til it’s all passed away. I couldn’t change if I tried so I’ve learned to lie to give it sense.

Wrong side of a dream, when you ain’t got nothing left. You’ll always be what you’ll be, on the day that you left home.

My small town

Downtown in Tivoli

Words and music by Bobby Angel

Valerie’s in the store, she’s sweeping up the kitchen. Honey stays at home, if he ain’t biting then he’s itching. Everybody’s doing whatever they’ve done before, balancing the books, evening the score. Stewart’s out back, he’s splitting wood for the winter. All he’s got is bare hands, he ain’t worried about no splinter. Somebody somewhere is reading his words, dividing by time and multiplying in thirds.

Way downtown in Tivoli, you can almost see the Hudson. The zebra mussels came and cleaned the river, so you can stop all your fussin’.

And go to Pongo, it’s a place that tends to be in between. It crunches like the apple but it tastes like the bean.

Wendolyn in her shop, she’s spinning around a kettle. Bill went off to Frisco, he had to go and prove his mettle. Nobody’s doing anything different today, standing in line, waiting for their pay. Annie’s checking out the water bill that she’ll be paying. The new republican got in, but the old guy’s still hangin’. Few words are spoken, there’s even less being said. Dinner pales are being eaten and dry mouths are getting wet.

Downstream of Tivoli, by train along the Hudson, there’s a city of ten million but up here you can hear the leaves rustlin’.

And go to Pongo, it’s a place that you’ll always find something for your stomach and something for your mind.

Buzz pulled in from out of town the other night. He’s got a bit of a dry cough I hope he’s feeling alright. Everybody keeps saying the same old think, take two of these and see what tomorrow brings. Julie left a note and she’s heading for the door. The old guy’s been good but she’s looking for something more. Many are trying but most are refused. Love letters reread. Soon she must choose.

Down there is Tivoli, “Can you see it in the valley?” Let’s hike off of this tower and get some food and beers in our bellies.

Hobo Hero

Hobo Camp

Words and music by Bobby Angel

Hobo camp hobo camp I’m gonna build me a hobo camp. Hobo camp hobo camp I’m gonna build me a hobo camp. Found me a good spot at the edge of town. Cleared me a path and cleared me some ground. Not to close and not too far so I can still fetch me some food from the country bar.

Hobo camp hobo camp I finally got me a hobo camp. Hobo camp hobo camp I finally got me a hobo camp. Life in the woods it’s pretty neat. I get my water from the river and use a log for a seat. And when it rains I go under my tarp, and play me a song on my old jews harp.

Hobo camp hobo camp I’m loving life in my hobo camp. Hobo camp hobo camp I’m loving life in my hobo camp. Feels good to be away. Heaven on earth is what I say. Got no problems don’t pay rent. Feels like a castle but looks like a tent.

Hobo camp hobo camp life is simple in my hobo camp. Hobo camp hobo camp life is simple in my hobo camp. Who’s gonna say the woods aren’t mine? A homesteader earns a right with time. At least that’s what I tell myself knowing it all belongs to somebody else.

Hobo camp hobo camp I don’t own my hobo camp. Hobo camp hobo camp I don’t own my hobo camp. One day I was walking all alone, when I saw a row of orange cones, and off in the distance I heard a sound. Bulldozers knocking my forest down.

Hobo camp hobo camp hobo camp I’m gonna save my hobo camp. Hobo camp hobo camp I’m gonna save my hobo camp. Snuck up to them in the middle of the night. Poured sand in the tank and slashed the tires with my knife. Somebody had to protect the woods, just doing like I was raised like I knew I should.

Hobo camp hobo camp I slept well in my hobo camp. Hobo camp hobo camp I slept well in my hobo camp. Next day I was woke up by the law. Had lots of questions about what I saw. I told them I didn’t see a thing, but it didn’t stop them from throwing me in the clink.

Hobo camp hobo camp they took me away from my hobo camp. Hobo camp hobo camp they took me away from my hobo camp. The judge he threw his hammer down and sentenced me to a cell in town. Been here now for about four weeks. Three meals a day and the roof doesn’t lead.

Hobo camp hobo camp I miss my hobo camp. Hobo camp hobo camp I miss my hobo camp. Finally got out and went back to the spot. Was surprised to see it was a parking lot. But me I can’t get too down. Just find me a new spot at the edge of town.

Hobo camp hobo camp I’m gonna build me a new hobo camp.

Land remembered

Preserved

Words and music by Bobby Angel

Across the Windmill Prairie there was a place my Grandpa knew, a cabin on the isle of pines not far from the dried up slough. He built a place, my dad and him out of old scrap metal and wood where they were free to hunt and just be back in the days when time were good. We get it, this modern world, it’s a place of compromise, but we can’t forget it either, how they tore it from our lives

Cause a man can build a cabin, and a man can shake your hand

But a handshake don’t mean nothing when lines get drawn on the land

Every autumn they went out, it was a tradition I guess you could say, forged in the sweat and blood of doing it the old fashioned way. Along the trail we passed the camps where the Indians stood firm and deeper we’d see a bear with so many lessons to learn. We get it, this modern world the frontier days long gone. But we can’t forget it either, how they smoked us out with their laws

We always knew there were bad actors and we did what we could

But the new sheriff didn’t separate the guilty from the good

We knew the end was coming, but we ignored it all because we still had a crazy hope it would go back to how it once was. That all changed the day Dad up and died out of the blue. His lifetime lease was suddenly void, there wasn’t anything we could do. We get it, this modern world, it’s signed away in ink. But we can’t forget it either, how they betrayed our handshake

They ran people out of the glades back in 1949

But they promised us it would be a different this time

I split the wood and lit it and sat and watched the flame thinking how so much unraveled with so many people to blame. We stayed up that whole night almost to the dawn in denial an era had ended and not ready to be moving on. We get it, it’s the modern world, you take what you can afford, but we can’t forget it either, how they took us back on their word.

They promised us our traditions in the swamp and the glades

Only to be boxed out of the table when the decisions were being made

I packed up what I could and left the all the rest to rot to be return to nature, ashes to ashes dust to dust. I kept a stoic face and didn’t once even turn back. Doing so would be admitting defeat and opening wounds to more salt. We get it, it’s the modern world nothing’s sacred anymore, but we won’t forget it either how they pushed us out the door.

Maybe they stopped the drainage and maybe they saved the land

But they killed a kind of freedom folks will never understand

Some people say the future is a screwed up version of the past. But me I’m just trying to enjoy whatever time I have left. Can you hear the wind a-blowin’ nd the call of the red shouldered hawk? None of this would even be here if they’d built the old Jetport

We get it, this modern world we all got what we deserve

But we can’t forget it either how they turned it into a preserve

Tragedy in the woods

Ugliest Forest

Words and music by Bobby Angel

Some people said it looked obscene. That it had all the wrong types of trees. Other people drove by it and didn’t notice it at all. The road was the only thing they saw. Rumor was it had hobo camp or three. Not exactly a nice place to be.

But if you listen closely you can hear the bird call.

It was the ugliest forest you ever saw

There was old two track that went to a foundation that somebody said used to be a service station. Long ago the owners up and left, and so grew back a secondary forest. Still see some fruit from the grove that in the light shine like gold.

Over time it grew thick and tall.

It was the ugliest forest you ever saw

Bears seemed to like it, at least one. He’d go in and play under the sun. Birds would fly in and land on a branch. They didn’t care it was the wrong type of plant Lots of mice, rabbits and squirrels and such. They liked the forest very much

Over time it grew thick and tall

It was the ugliest forest you ever saw

Then came the stakes and the neon tape that more or less sealed its fate. A week after that the machines revved the up and didn’t stop until everything was cut. Birds are gone except for some crows. And a dead bear by the side of the road.

It was about the ugliest forest you ever saw

But not anymore because it’s completely gone

Faith finds a way

Let Your Light Shine Through

Words and music by Bobby Angel

In the world where we live

You have got to forgive

And let your love shine through

Theories abound how it all went down

And everybody runs to a side (and hides)

But when the truth is let loose it will ring like a proof

Of mathematical metaphysical resound

Refrain

Some things don’t change no matter how much you rearrange

That don’t demean what you’ve done (or do)

‘cause when the day it grows dark them angels they hark

haleluhia to the good news that you brang

Refrain

Whispered words too light to be heard

You know that they’re better left unsaid (and unheard)

Well don’t bother to listen, it ain’t nothing your missing

On that I give my word

Refrain, repeat

Fair winds

North Wind

Words and music by Bobby Angel

When the north wind blows in, when north wind blows in – I can feel it down in my toes. When The north wind blows in, when the north blows in, I feel it down in my toes, down in my toes.

The sky is blue my mind is clear. I feel a hundred percent here. I’m feeling so good. Feeling just like I should. When the north wind blows in when the north wind blows in.

The palm fronds are blowing, my mind is glowing. The world is all in my reach. I don’t even need to speak

When the north wind blows in, when north wind blows in, when the north wind blows in

Old habits die hard
Bobby Angel's lyrics to "Not Sure"

Not Sure

Words and Music by Bobby Angel

Where am I now and what happened last night, I’m not sure? As I get to my feet and pull the sheet over her shoulder. I go to the kitchen and splash water on my face and slide my shades into place. You know I do what I do because I’ve always done it that way. Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah

How much longer can I go on living like this, I’m not sure? Other than I don’t think this drink will be my last one. Someday I promise I’ll go straight, and hopefully not before it’s too late. You know I’m just trying my best to get past the moment. Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah

Is it me or does something feel different tonight, I’m not sure? As she walks through the door and sits next to me at the bar. Next think I know we’re chatting it up as the bartender he fills up our cup. Here I go again just like I did the other day. Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah

Is this just a short walk to her car, I’m not sure? As she pulls the keys from her purse and she opens up the door. Can’t be convinced that I’m doing no harm as she lies asleep in my arms. Best present yet and it isn’t even my birthday. Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah

Where am I now and what happened last night, I’m not sure? As I get to my feet and pull the sheet over her shoulder. I go to the kitchen and splash water on my face and slide my shades into place. You know I do what I do because I’ve always done it that way. Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah

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Darkest hour

New Dawn

Words and Music by Bobby Angel

Cards were bad and in a hole, had a low pair and was about to fold, Didn’t expect to be down so far in the game with younger faces all around whispering the same, But against my better judgement stayed in, doubled down and called his bluff I was going for the win. Whatever happened before now, it’s a thing of the past. And I gotta admit it came as a complete surprise, unexpected.

It was a new dawn at last, a new dawn at last, a new dawn at last, we just had to stay up all night to see it.

The darkest hour was coming on strong, everything I did wrong piling on. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, I got a train coming at me on a collision course. No path ahead or way to retreat, I was a gonner in the tunnel of my final defeat Lights flashed in my eyes before I finally realized, not a train at all, just the best thing I ever saw.

It was a new dawn at last, a new dawn at last, a new dawn at last, we just had to stay up all night to see it.

Did my best but now I wonder why I even bothered to try. So I’ll be on my way, Just wasn’t in the cards at the end of the day, hit the trail out of town, hung my head with dread and stared at the ground. It was the darkest hour yet, the farthest from the sunset and then what came next was completely unexpected.

It was a new dawn at last, a new dawn at last, a new dawn at last, we just had to stay up all night to see it.

Barbarians knocking at the door Horsemen I’m counting four, Iagos whispering in my ear and the grim reaper is drawing near Vultures are perched on the roof, dear lord I don’t need any more proof. Fell to my knees to pray when I saw that golden ray and staggered to my feet in complete disbelief.

It was a new dawn at last, a new dawn at last, a new dawn at last, we just had to stay up all night to see it.

Jim Dill Road

Old Jim Dill

Words and Music by Bobby Angel

Old Jim Dill was a friend of mine, a hermit who live at the end of the line. 

A man who didn’t have a lot to say.  An man who died but never went away.

He kept his medals and he kept his gun, when returned at the end of World War I.  But somehow things weren’t the same, so he left it all behind and he went away. Into the swamp to the end of the road, where he build him a cabin and called it home.  ‘Coon and a gator he kept as a pet.  Orneriest man you’ve ever met.

Old Jim Dill was a friend of mine, a hermit who lived at the end of the line. 

Didn’t say much didn’t have a phone.  Wonder if he ever felt alone.

Didn’t change at all and then it changed real fast, the new guard breaking away from the past. They chopped the trees and dug the earth, with not a care for what it was worth. Troubled by what he saw, but so goes the swamp under frontier law.  Only thing them the didn’t want, was run-in with the hermit of the swamp.

Old Jim Dill was a friend of mine, the hermit who lived at the end of the line.

Guarded his home with a gun and a horse, ‘til the day he was killed by a snake on his porch. Venom punctured through his hide, finally killed the pain inside.  Comforted by a nurse at his bed who held his hand to the very end.

Old Jim Dill is a friend of mine,  think about him when I pass the sign. 

Dead end then and a dead end to most, haunted by Jim Dill’s ghost.

Billy’s song

Man of Honor

Words and Music by Bobby Angel

Billy Joiner was a man of honor, a husband a son, a good friend and a father who woke up every morning and went out on the trail and returned in the evening guaranteed without fail and always with a story (or two or three) to tell, no matter how deep the drought there was always water in his well,  in a voice when he said it sounded like a yell.

Bill Joiner was a man of honor, a brother with sisters and a loving father with a sparkle in his eye and a smile on his face who walked at an ever quickening pace, a man on a mission to find the next place and always getting there sooner than later, post haste, unless there was a story then he had a minute (or ten) to waste.

He’d tell you about the snail kites swimming in the breeze and the water in the strand how its already up to the knees, and how he was a voice that spoke up for the trees or give a bear his kerchief if it had to sneeze; He had his finger on the pulse of what it meant to be free

Billy Joiner was a man of honor, a friendly face in the crowd you could always count on like a brother who liked to tell you all the things he saw and no, not pieces of it, he told it to you all and repeat it the next day until it grew so tall he was never at a loss of words that I can ever recall.

Billy Joiner is the man of the hour, we plant this tamarisk tree in your honor in hopes that it will leaf out and be replenished by the showers and give shade when it blooms by its many flowers to match the stories you told us hour after hour

Billy Joiner you were a friend to all and like this tree in our memories you will always stand tall.

Nature dreams

There Goes Bob Three

Words and music by Bobby Angel

Going up to read the writing on the wall, etched in blood by the scratch of a claw. When he got to where it was, the only thing he saw was water filling slowly in the print of his paw.

Gotta turn quick to see,

There goes Bob 3.

Listen closely to the ivory bill weep, in the middle of the night it will bring you to your feet. Tip toe to the window, then listens to the crickets cheep. They say go where your going, take what you wanna keep

Fifty years since its been heard,

Now there goes Bob the Third.

No time to second guess the price of a sparrow, or the life of an stork brought down by an arrow, and all bets are off when the match of Nero burns it all down, takes it all back to zero

Nothing comes for free,

And now there goes Bob T.

Sometimes I have a small passing thought that the trouble nowadays is watching what we fought being frittered away over time by default by bulldozers that no human force can halt.

Engines are all gased and lubed,

There goes Bob Cubed

Take a deep breath, swallow it all in. Ospreys got a fish, its flapping its fin. Going to his nest, going back to his kin. Never did nothing not worth trying again. Like a bird flying free …

There goes Bob 3D

Empty swamp

Mass Exodus (from the Swamp)

Words and music by Bobby Angel

I remember the days of many but panthers were just a few.  That’s why I’m cryin’ even though panthers are plenty because I’m gonna really miss each and every one of you. For example Dusty Torre.  He had a really thick skin.  Some people’ll remember his dirty looks but me I’ll remember his gap-toothed grin. Or how about Wynn Carney? He had a boat he took on the sea.  It took me a while to forgive him for whatever he did or didn’t do with the L-28 key. Or Melissa Olsen how she was a travelin’ fool. Hold tight to your passport! That’s your new golden rule. Or Pat Kenney?  Yes I know he left long ago, but I still see and hear his voice in the halls. It’s true I have a problem letting go.

Remember your first day when everything was shiny and new.  Now everyone’s a little older and the swamp will be a little colder because we’re gonna miss each and every one of you.

Melissa she was a birder.  She liked to count them in the trees and listen to them call to her in the Big Cypress breeze. Or David Adams – a Kemosabe all the way.  How even when it was shitty he’d say “It’s a beautiful day!” Or Pedro Ramos.  He was the big fish of Deep Lake.  Now he’s swam across the pond to open the glades to more water gates. How about Noreen she was the UPS package queen.  No matter how bad the story, not even close to the worse she’s seen.

Remember how it started when you saw it all with fresh eyes.  Now everything is changing and your life will be rearranging.  Nobody said it would ever be easy to say goodbye

Then there’s Jim Snyder He already got a song.  Not gonna give you a copy, don’t wanna know what I did wrong. Or Chris Derman He had a long running stride.  Enjoyed kale in his smoothies and put up a lot of interpretation signs. Or Craig Davis, he was a MSU fan through and through.  Now the second best school in Michigan that Coach Harbaugh took over at the U. Or Jim Burch and all them tricks up his sleeves.  Still up there in his office.  Gonna take more than not paying him to make him leave.

I remember fondly all the good times we had and even though you’re going you were definitely worth knowing and that your off to greener pastures I am glad.

Oh and can’t forget Betty and them big eyes and bright smile.  How’d we all line up at her desk to ask her questions single file. Or the time she said “Thank you kindly,” she always said it so kind.  I’m gonna tape it the next time she says it so I can play it back in my mind. I’ll never forget you ever I promise through and through.  You’ll always be a friend even if our paths never cross again.  Like a sister I’m your brother they can replace you but they’ll never be no other …

I’m really gonna miss you!

Multi-trick pilot

Pilot of Many Talents

Words and music by Bobby Angel

“Safety briefing, manifest, extinguisher’s on the wall. Seatbelts are fastened,” and then in he made his call. By the look on his face I could tell that he missed me as we poured back some shots of Six Romeo Whiskey. His Man Card was long, but he’d never boast. He didn’t like to spread too much butter on that toast. “Don’t need no Garmin or iPhone tool.” He got where he was going using visual rules. Heard him before I saw him there, taller than the pine trees, five hundred feet in the air. “Gather what you got, get ready for the ride.” Next thing I knew we were flying 5 Miles downstream through crystal blue sky

He wasn’t a mercenary, nor was he cheap to rent, but trust me when I say he was worth every cent

He was a pilot of many talents

“Driving on asphalt is slow as molasses. I know a shortcut, I’ll meet you at Oasis.” Safe and sound and fashionably late. He landed soft as a feather using Auto-Rotate. He said pigs aren’t a problem, panthers took care of that. Don’t mean there ain’t a IHOG breathing down myback. When will we return, said he couldn’t say. He works in a different space and time where there’s 8 weeks in a day. “See them tractor trailers, they really look like ants, an that ORV trail remind me of a giant pair of corduroy pants.” “A flock of Ivory Bills!” Then we heard a thump … Don’t worry about that, it’s just a hydro flight getting bumped.

Some people said he had a sixth sense, but it was the 7th, 8th, 9th, and tenth

That made him  a pilot with many talents

Somebody shouted, “We got fire in the hills.” Don’t worry about that, I know a man named Bill. We’ll raise him on the radio or put a pie on the ledge. “Did you know that botanologically sawgrass is a sedge?” Fire spread quick, everyone ran for cover.“ This thing is rapidly turning into one big mother!” “Get me some more buckets, top ‘em up high. If you ever saw the movie you’d know Bambi wasn’t a girl but a guy.” It was mutiny in the swamp when he said that he’d retire. It was 105 heat index but I swear he didn’t even perspire. Young bucks all around him were getting ready to fade. “You gotta pump a lot of iron if you don’t stand in the shade.”

Pacing back and forth, General’s in his tent, smiling at his order that only one man be sent

He was a pilot of many talents

He won’t eat no Twinkie, says raisins are healthier fare. Once he was tied down by some skunk apes and he didn’t even scare. Then up from the pond apple came a python snake he fended it off with a chocolate Hostess Cup Cake. Then it got away, it slithered ‘round the bend. He followed it waste deep until bitter end. But he didn’t give up, then Plan B rang like a Bell as he checked into the second floor at Two Bravo Hotel. Didn’t believe in legends, “That’s a bunch of baloney,” until he was rescued by midgets on a herd of tiny ponies. They took him to their hideout where they light a lamp. “I always wondered about this place, I thought it was a trespass camp.”

Could go either way, it was a mission in the balance. Braver than the Man Who Shot Liberty Valance

He was a pilot of many talents

Some people knew him as the Eye in the Sky, but we all knew him just as one laid back guy. He’d go up and over, more than I ever deserved. His favorite type of jam was saw palmetto preserves. How many flight hours? He wouldn’t fathom a guess. Gators can’t remember but we we’ll never forget. “You do what you do, I’d even do it for nada. Now I’m sitting in Islamorada sipping on a pina colada.” He was very magnamonious, he’d never pick a side, or at least he’d never show his hand when he took you for a ride. He knew if he did, it would probably cause a skism. “Let’s leave it that I like to work with all the people in every division.”

Sometimes I thank God for all the angels he sent, but there was one who was more equal than all the rest

He was a pilot of many talents