Where are you, Roy Herman – Frances’s cowboy father – when we need you, as we venture forth on foot to the neighborhood grocery store? You knew the value of bandanas against clouds of trail-dust, following cows and horses on the move, and you knew how to tie the low-tech masks so they would stay put on […]
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2019Dec16, San Juan Bautista, CA. Here we are about to take a nap at 6 o’clock in the evening, nine days before Christmas. We’re settling down, but Tim is finishing a quick email on his cell phone that was left over from his work day. Frances: It would be nice to have a
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Perhaps the most iconic image from the four walking-on-the-moon years, 1969-1972, is the blue-and-white earth rising in the black sky over the moon’s horizon. But after many moons with that stunning image posted over the lyrics to our song, Woman On The Moon, at gallopawaymusic.com, its power as proxy for the song began to wane. A new