It is important to have outlined my varied careers to understand my most ambitious work, Day of Change. It jumps from poetry to lyrics to prose while struggling with the impact man has had on this precious and glorious planet.
The first version was completed in 1976, the year my mother died. It could be argued she had no part in the writing, but the spirit she instilled in me - in everyone - is in the book. Equally instrumental was the mill which we were in the turmoil of restoring. Literally toppling into its millstream, Julia, our small children and I worked, fought, laughed, wept and turned it into an environmentally-sensitive home, with dry toilets, wood stove and furnace and recycled wash water. The process was testing in the extreme, and provided the impetus for the loosely-disguised polemic on the destruction of the environment.
It is to my mother, Lil, the Mill at Three Bridges, New Jersey, and my wife, Julia, I dedicate Day of Change: one who gave me life, a structure whose life I helped prolong, and the woman who gives my life meaning.