Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Waiting On A Bus And Mother's Day

There's a reason that most cliches exist. I don't know how "peace" got tied up with "love" and "rock'n'roll" for you but I surely know how it happened for me. My mom brought me home rock'n'roll records. Good ones. Really good ones- Big Joe Turner, Bo Diddley, LaVern Baker, Nervous Norvus. Those were my lullabies once I was too old for her to actually sing me to sleep at night.

Grandma taught me to pray and what began with, "Now I lay me down to sleep..." ended with, "Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war. Amen."

Love? I'm one spoiled man. Oh, if only every kid could be loved like I was. I'm about the luckiest man who ever lived. If you need it, I've got plenty.

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