Sinatra & Kid Zablow

Always marched to my own drummer. Loved songs from then, Sinatra’s “I Did It My Way,” and Denver’s “Take Me Home, Country Roads” and that teenage love song that came around just at the right time that summer [Rockaway Beach, Queens, New York], the Righteous Brothers’ “Unchained Melody” [“Oh, my love, my darling, I hunger . . . “]. “Red River Valley” and Roberson’s songs heard on the radio . . .

With 2020 in the rearview mirror, 2021 is my siren’s call, and look where Kid Zablow [was once my moniker] yearns to be, on such as Nichol Road, in Raccoon Creek State Park, southwestern Pennsylvania, or Laura’s Harris Neck National Wildlife Refuge, Georgia or . . . Roxanne’s change of pace, Arizona, bewitching Arizona.

When working trails as this one, 1,000% focused on finding butterflies, it’s me and Frank, singing his “I Faced It All and Did It My Way.”

Photo credit to Jenny Jean.