Spring has many American faces. There are cities where it will come and go in a day and counties where it hangs around and never quite gets there. Summer is drawn blinds in Louisiana, long winds in Wyoming, shade of elms and maples in New England.

I'm drawn to New England because that's where my roots are, and I miss it. I come from many generations of New Englanders, and so, in my writing, I've been drawn back there to the landscape and the light and the type of personality that's revealed.

Here in New England, the character is strong and unshakable.

The rock biz is the low end of the creative world. Faces come and go so fast.

My great-grandfather fought with the Colonial Army in New England in the American Revolution.

Time will pass and seasons will come and go.