Steve and I listened to Ragged Glory a lot. I got a copy for myself and I have listened to it in binges many times.
The tone of the album reminds me of being young in Morgantown. Staying late at the library. Keeping long hours on rooftops and in smoky apartments with Nancy, Howard, and Alison. Arguing over the Civil War. Walking on the old railroad tracks in the summer heat to the arboretum. Spending a whole day walking and stopping here and there to look at the river or contemplate a new direction. Me, ignorant me alone in the haze of my younger days, oblivious to much except the next phase of the day or the work of the coming week. Papers, tests, presentations.
This song reminds me of all the time I wasted, my time well spent doing nothing or figuring out how best to do so.