[But if I went, I know that God could find a way to turn Connecticut into (as the old song about Manhattan also went) an “isle of joy.”]
And here’s where my dreams run wild. Imagine getting to Connecticut, making it okay in the job, then suddenly my songs hit the big time, bigger than I had dared to dream. Publishers are mobbing me and my performing songwriting partner. Being close to the Big Apple becomes a big plus in that. I “retire” (actually shift my career to song writing) to a Connecticut farm, fulfilling another dream.
Now wouldn’t that be a Yankee redneck yeehaw?
Pray for me, for success.
I have prayed that your move, if it happens, will; be fruitful and that you get to witness to those who need it and are open to it and that some manage to witness to you in ways you might never have imagined.