My bag is sinkin’ low and I do believe it’s time

Ever since I read, a couple days ago, that Levon Helm of the band The Band was near death, I got in a very reflective mood, fueled in part by others’ reaction to the news. One of my colleagues, who has seen him perform in recent years, was already in mourning. Another, who had seen The Band perform in their heyday, was walking around the office singing “The Weight;” “I pulled into Nazareth, was feelin’ about half past dead; I just need some place where I can lay my head.” I’ve known this person nearly two decades, but this was a side of him I had never seen. Continue reading “My bag is sinkin’ low and I do believe it’s time”