Held in Tango.

Personal recollections of songs that have been important in my life.

As our Michigan summer begins to wane, and the season transitions to the beautiful, colorful Autumn for which the mid-west is known, I’m contemplating the coming changes. In fact, I’ve gotten so caught up in the mystery and wonder of the cycle of life, that I was inspired to write this little ditty. It is sung to the tune of “Rawhide,” with my sincere apologies to Frankie Laine.