An Airedale, erect beside the chauffeur of a Rolls-Royce,
Often gives you the impression she's there from choice.
...E.B. White
I'll look for you in old Honolulu,
San Francisco, Ashtabula,
Yer gonna have to leave me now, I know.
But I'll see you in the sky above,
In the tall grass, in the ones I love,
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go.
-- Bob Dylan, 1975