Saturday, March 26, 2016

Sober As A Judge


It wasn't until someone at my mom's little memorial service mentioned it that I realized how often she said, "I love you." I don't know that I'm much like her. I'm not sure that I inherited very much of her personality. It has taken all these years to come naturally to me and I surely don't say it as frequently as she did.

Oh, I've noticed that I make some folks squirm. I'm pretty sure that lots of my audience could do without it. It's likely to get my nose broken again in some biker bar- not that I get to spend much time in biker bars.

I love you, though. If I tell you that, I mean it. She did, too.



1 comment:

  1. These images and the music are wonderful together.

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