With my 50th high school reunion looming large in the windshield of life, lately I have found myself dwelling on thoughts of aging. Some good, some not so much, some “normal” whatever that is, most all of them real. I love song lyrics! In a lot of ways they are my modern literature. Not being an avid reader they provide a window to the minds of folks who’s writing skills provide entertainment as well as some insight into the human condition. In the same way readers pick and choose authors, I have my favorite singer/songwriters. Over the years I have particularly enjoyed Bob Dylan, Lennon/McCartney, Jackson Browne, Joe Jackson, Lyle Lovett, Jimmy Buffet, Mark Knopfler, Lucinda Williams, Pete Townsend, Robert Earl Keen, Van Morrison, Randy Newman and the list could go on. I close this entry with these haunting lines from “Running on Empty”
Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels
I don’t know how to tell you all just how crazy this life feels
I look around for the friends that I used to turn to to pull me through
Looking into their eyes I see them running too
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