Writing "Four Wheel Drive"

Back in the winter of 1991 we were deep into the nuke dump fight with the State of New York. One evening in February, I was driving home from Dalton, where I’d been working with Kate and Rick Hollis putting together the Allegany! newsletter of the Concerned Citizens of Allegany County. For much of the way, I followed the Genesee river, travelling south on Route 19 as the river wound its way north in all its icy splendor

I am a transplant, who came to western New York from the Boston area in 1991 to go to the art school in Alfred. The jade green of the winter river and the thought of my family waiting for me in our little stone house on the hill in Rexville made me realize how deep my roots had grown into this part of the world. It was six degrees as I passed through Wellsville. A light snow was falling and darkness was coming on. It came to me that there were only four wheels and two wool sweaters keeping me safe and warm, and I began to write this song . . .

Four Wheel Drive                  

God bless four wheel drive and two wool sweaters

They’ll keep me alive and carry me home

God bless six degrees and a wind that’s hard and bitter

And a warm heart waiting for me at the end of the road

God bless white tail deer and a winding green river

And the black bear asleep somewhere in the ghostly hills

God bless winter storm and the red pines that shiver

And a small gray stone house up there in the Allegany hills

Chorus:

So let the sun shine in the morning and the moon shine in the night

With Allegany watching, she’s gonna be all right

And there’s a feeling driving home tonight that makes me understand

I’ve grown roots into this land

God bless family farms, they are truly the survivors

And the weary arms that haul the winter feed

By the grace of God, may they grace these hills forever

Through the turning of the seasons from the harvest to the seed

When the hills go dark and the home lights are gleaming

And the good dogs bark, and he’s standing in the door

Then I’ll kiss the kids in their beds where they lie dreaming

There’s a blessing in a winter storm and getting home once more

Chorus:

Add: Allegany’s home, coming home tonight

Allegany’s home, gonna be alright

Allegany’s home . . .

I think this was taken in West Almond--and hey! that's Deb Kirsch standing next to me and that little bit of blue hood is the top of Fern's head. We stopped bringing the kids to what they called the "No Dumps" (non-violent actions blocking the siting commission's attempts to access the proposed sites) soon after this, when things started getting tense. After the April first confrontation in Caneadea, where six senior citizens chained themselves to a one-lane bridge and were arrested, Governor Cuomo called a halt, ruling that a radioactive waste dump could not be place in an unwilling community. Good man.