While sitting with the family (mom, the better half, two nieces and mom-n-dad in law) tonight having dinner at our favorite local Jewish Deli, a familiar tune was heard in the background music as we talked and laughed. One of my favorite summer tunes from 1977.
I hit puberty sometime right about when this song was released and I remember singing it and thinking of whichever boy crush I was having at the specific moment I was singing it. I never actually imagined that I could be with a boy, I just wanted to be with one. It was 1977 after all, and in a small southern town.
I think I’ll Listen to this one all weekend. Rita Coolidge, you knocked this one out of the park.
Higher & Higher
”Listing Opportunity” the e-mail is titled
Another marketing spam my mind reacts
A closer observation before deletion reveals sincerity
The e-mail is opened and legit
In my work the listing is key
The key to my future income and financial security
A response is sent with hope awakened
Anticipation mounts as an appointment to meet is made
Comparble homes are noted and pricing is set
Presentation prepared I properly dress
Upon arrival I stand before a home I might sell
A face of an owner waves me to the side door
Introductions made then a tour ensues
A large flowing floor-plan, a modern kitchen, luxurious baths
Views over the valley and to the ocean in the west
Expansive entertaining patio featuring gardens of beauty, privacy and tranquil
One million seven hundred ninety five thousand the asking price will be
Oh wait there’s another agent or two to interview
Feeling confident I am with the bond we made
Put off another day with more questions asked
Reassurances received from compliments conveyed
Seems they are busy and haven’t finalized decision
Another question, another compliment, yet a few more days
Tomorrow they will confirm with me my listing to be
The Dear John e-mail comes and my hopes fade
Two weeks of hope that my next paycheck will be are lost in a moment
That door open, that door closed
Another door will open as they always do
Which door will let me in I never know
Learning to accept and remain at peace is my goal
Gratitude that doors do open, enriches my soul
I have an opinion. So does the maker of this New York Times video.
We both have the right to express our opinions. We also have the right to agree or disagree or even maybe find a grey area or common ground, or at least we do right now.
If we wish to be able to freely have our opinions, express our opinions, debate our opinions and work toward common good we all must vote in the November midterms. That is vote before it’s too late.
Oh and the video? It’s worth the watch.
You go Janet!
It was another of my regular Saturday nights out at the local gay disco in 1986, a disco called The Park. That cute guy I had met last weekend was out with me. His name you ask? Well like most really cute one, two or three weekend stands from that era of my life his name escapes me. However he was hot, or at least my memory says he was. One thing I do know for sure is that he was just slightly taller than I, he had dark hair and he could dance.
The mix of familiar pulsing music had us sweaty from a seemingly endless twirl on the dance floor. We took a break and stood in line to grab a couple cold draft Budweisers (it was the 80’s after all) when the pulse of music paused and the first few percussion beats of this new tune followed by those now familiar twinkle notes enveloped us. He screamed in his best queen for that moment voice “Oh my god, we have to get back out there! It’s Janet’s new song!” And the beers were forgotten as we lost ourselves back out on that dance floor to what would become one of may favorite all time Janet tracks.
What happened to that cute guy I’ll never know, but when I hear this tune I think of him…and when I think of him I smile.
Plaid Shirt Guy
The word I would use to describe him: Hope