JB: proto-hippie way back to the land first-come local foodie first-serving wild-crafted honey and free-range locusts hot stuff in non-sweatshop ethically sourced dromedary apparel he's a Huck Finn friend of rivers he's a John Muir man of mountains as thorough as Thoreau in his wilderness meditations forerunning, forethinking forever pushing change down to simple earth from complex clouds he's taken the pulse of the nation and hears its heart murmur his fire and brimstone don't miss a beat he's big gone viral head of the hit parade marching with blasting brass into the Jordan but now he's winding down getting smaller making room for brighter sun JB: you must've seen him if you haven't take a look before he's gone.