29 March, 2026
Abe,
Palm Sunday and another trip around the sun since we gathered in your honor. Been meaning to put something down on paper so here goes.
In thinking of you I recall your integrity. It was right there on your knuckles, your calloused hands, your crooked smile, your chipped tooth. We bonded in our concern for protecting the powerless, and in recognizing the need to challenge those who fortune had blessed, to remind them that “we all do better when we all do better”.
You walked the walk, brother. A character with character. I admired your fearlessness in pushing buttons, pulling those triggers, showing us how to be better men, better fathers. I regret that I didn’t push back more often.
Been a rough year, rough God riding all over this land. Could use another 21st Century Outkast in a worn out ballcap.
Always remember our time together at Floydfest, hear your drum playing along to Townes.
I believe we’ll do it again someday and look forward to sharing those melodies and rhythms.
Until then, know that you made a difference.
I miss you my friend.
Justin
"To Live Is To Fly"
Won't say I love you, babe,
Won't say I need you, babe,
But I'm gonna get you babe
And I will not do you wrong.
Living's mostly wasting time
And I waste my share of mine
But it never feels too good,
So let's don't take too long.
You're soft as glass
And I'm a gentle man;
We got the sky to talk about
And the earth to lie upon.
Days, up and down they come
Like rain on a conga drum
Forget most, remember some,
But don't turn none away.
Everything is not enough
And nothing is too much to bear.
Where you been is good and gone
All you keep is the getting there.
To live is to fly
Low and high,
So shake the dust off of your wings
And the sleep out of your eyes.
Goodbye to all my friends
It's time to go again
But think of all the poetry
And the pickin down the line.
I'll miss the system here
The bottom's low
And the treble's clear
But it don't pay to think too much
On things you leave behind.
I may be gone
But it won't be long
I will be bringin back the melodies
And rhythm that I find.
We all got holes to fill
Them holes are all that's real.
Some fall on you like a storm,
Sometimes you dig your own.
The choice is yours to make,
Time is yours to take;
Some dive into the sea,
Some toil upon the stone.
To live is to fly
Low and high,
So shake the dust off of your wings
And the sleep out of your eyes,
Shake the dust off of your wings
And the tears out of your eyes.