On the Road Again

On the road again–
just can’t wait to get on the road again,
The life I love is making music with my friends . . . 

–Willie Nelson, “On the Road Again”
The only people for me are the mad ones . . .
–Jack Kerouac, On the Road
THESE DAYS, my head is filled with the gravelly voice of Willie Nelson singing “On the Road Again.”  We are alike, Willie and I, and not just because we both sport a long braid or two; like Willie, I am constantly on the road.  While I fantasize about living in some ancestral home, sipping tea next to a wall of old books and only going places in my head, life hasn’t exactly worked out that way.  There’s the Willie-in-me to contend with:  edgy, discontent, succumbing to novelty and Blue Skies.