For a solid week before another native son died, the song played through my mind: “Good morning, America. How are ‘ya? Don’t ‘ya know me? I’m your native son . . . .” https://genius.com/Arlo-guthrie-the-city-of-new-orleans-lyrics https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=klgr0C9V2sM If only the message was understood. Maybe someone could have reached out. Maybe he would have listened. Just. This. Once. … More Do You Understand?