The stream out back runs (sometimes it only crawls) year-round. But it was gurgling today. Not exactly like the babbling brook of a song Jorma performs here. Still enough to be heard over the crows building a nest in the pines and the geese marking territory in the wetland.
I saw Jorma at SUNY Binghamton (as it was known then) in high school when he was playing with Hot Tuna. (Accounts for some of my hearing loss.) Bromberg and his band opened.
Now you know why they call Jorma “The Captain.”