In a little hilltop village, they gambled for my clothes
I bargained for salvation an’ they gave me a lethal dose
I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn
“Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm”
We all need shelter from the storm during these days of rape and murder and the sullen stupidity, popular delusions and the madness of crowds. My shelters are the Essential Craftsman and Icon. What are yours?