EVERYTHING IS FREE by GILLIAN WELCH. Story by Paul B and Vin M
We write to each other. About writing, mostly. Its place in our lives. Its ups and downs. Its twists and turns.
We write to each other. About writing, mostly. Its place in our lives. Its ups and downs. Its twists and turns.
Now here I am, in a country town, in a pub of good spirit, in a song without end, in the company of people content to play their role, with the ghost of Walt Whitman hovering at my side.
Paul Bateman Melbourne, 6 March 2010 Our guests arrived in a state of heightened excitement, united instantaneously by their shared experience of the raging storm. We crowded together in the dining lounge, where Shirley and I took our vows beneath the specials board.