I have returned

And though they tell you I am lost

And their words report my death is come

The fates have left me breathing still

Very much alive

And though my mind is scarred by battles

Fought so long ago

I return victorious

I am coming home

And though the path that I have traveled

Have tread against the flow

There is no need for sorrow

I am coming home.

The reports of my death? Slightly exaggerated.

After driving a nice solid 12 hours....

Packing a sedan to the brim with stuff....

Being nearly driving off the road by bad drivers in Ohio, Indiana, and Pennsylvania....

I am pleased....

Excited....

Exhausted....

To announce that I have come home to my beloved New York.

But I still hate Mayor DiBlasio. He raised the tolls again just to get into the freaking city. Screw that guy. With a flaming hot poker.

... And crap, I need a radio show on Sunday, don't I? Dang it...

While I work that out, have some music to celebrate my return.