Hawks Can't Use Craigslist

But I get so blown away. By what, Mr. Young? By who? Blown away like the twigs that a hawk brings back to a barren ledge where he helplessly attempts to rebuild his home? Blown away by the savagery, the nastiness, the hunger that makes you want to stay indoors with your honeypie for the weekend and see nobody? Let's hope we're blown away in 2005. Blown away by the people we know. Blown away by the people we meet. Blown away by ourselves. Blown away like hearing a great Neil Young song.