Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
I'm not sleepy
and there ain't no place I'm goin' to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning,
I'll come followin' you
Take me for a trip upon
your magic swirling ship
All my senses have been stripped
And my hands can't feel to grip
And my toes too numb to step
Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin'
I'm ready to go anywhere,
I'm ready for to fade
Unto my own parade
Cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it
Nessy wave?
Look at that floor!
I’d like to see that up close and personal.
Yes, I’d probably drop to my knees and put hands all over it.
https://tinyurl.com/2ruatdw3
I designed a summer home for a doctor on Useppa Island and it had similar floors. Hand hewn white oak 17th century barn beams trucked in from Virginia.
Someone would have to have FY money to do something like that. I would be happy to have a little rustic cabin on 40 acres an hour outside of the city.