You leave a Muse loose very long and he will be gone. This muse is gone. No stories. No poems. No flashbacks. No updrafts. Gone! Today Ann and I go to Carrizo Springs for a funeral service in the morning. I am hopeful the trip will inspire me once again, else I close up shop. We will see if the road is the key.(Hey, that rhymes! It may be coming back. I've got to stay on track.