When I was young I dreamed of sailing ships with tall white sails to the seven seas and mysteries with mighty rolling waves. When the oceans all were conquered to my home I would return, with sailors tales of storms and whales and lessons I had learned. Then we’d step ashore at our home once more have a drink with all our friends till a distant voice left me no choice but to do it all again.   When you dream about tomorrow, do you dream of yesterday? Do the kisses still lie s

If I sat here for a while and pondered my past, I could probably come up with hundreds of life events that I could tie to one song or...

If you do not heed my warning and still decide to go ahead and shroom it up, I’ve got a couple more pointers.