Strike Another Match, Go Start Anew

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Due to a myriad of home-based personal demons that I have been unable to completely exorcise, and also because of the simple desire to venture out to new environs and see things from a fresh perspective, I have made the decision to leave the sprawling Smith estate behind.

I have my new digs narrowed down to two choices (three if you count Sheboygan - and you should *always* count Sheboygan). Hopefully, I will be out of the 'hood and into my new bachelor crib by Labor Day at the latest.

I feel that this move is definitely in my best interest, although it does come with a satchelful of mixed emotions. However, it would have been a much more difficult decision if I had not been afforded the opportunity to hand "the key to 823" to my son, Andy.

That is correct. The torch to the humble abode located at 823 Jolly Old Saint Nick Avenue is being passed to the next Smith generation (and by "torch" I do not mean in the "arson" sense, but rather in the "front door key" sense).

Some time within the next year or so - after several much needed repairs are completed - Andy will become both tenant and property manager at 823 Saint Nicholas Avenue. A couple of friends will most probably join him as roommates.

I am very excited about my new adventure and also very pleased that "ye olde Smith homestead" will remain in such good hands - and Smith hands no less.

And so in closing - to this sturdy old bag of bones of a home - located here in my beloved Deepest East Dayton, I say: "Thank you for the last 15 years of shelter, but the time has come to move on. It's all over now, house of blue."

Ye Olde Smith Estate, 823 St. Nicholas Ave., Deepest East Dayton



It's All Over Now, Baby Blue
(B. Dylan)

You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last.
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast.
Yonder stands an orphan with her gun,
Crying like a fire in the sun.
Look out the saints are comin' through
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
The empty-handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.
The sky, too, is folding under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home.
All your reindeer armies, are all going home.
The lover who just walked out your door
Has taken all her blankets from the floor.
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you.
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.
The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
Strike another match, go start anew
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

Please listen and watch: andy kevin (i.e. me)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YN25Pp0hrOM


"Let the word go forth from this time and place, to friend and foe alike, that the torch has been passed to a new generation"
(j. effin' k.)



















. . . .. . . . ."the vagabond who's rapping at your door
. . .. . . .. . .is standing in the clothes that you once wore"
. . .. . . . . . .(b. dylan)




. . . (all 3 artistes were 23-years-old when photos were taken)

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