I recall one hot summer night when I was about 7 or 8 there was a big party going on down at the Robinsons. The music was so loud and my window was wide open. That's when I first heard House of the Rising Sun and I loved it.
— Rob Cairns (@robbiepoet) August 1, 2020
My dad loved to play that song on a mandolin...❤️Memories...
— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) August 1, 2020
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Welcome to 2020 (and beyond we hope)...the year the world overturned with covid-19. This blog is intended to be an insight into my experiences this year - being wary of infection, but learning to live - see, think, wonder - differently. If you choose to comment, be supportive please. Thank you. Be safe. Namaste.