Dear Beverly

Just stopped by to say hello.

         You remembered me.

Always.

Change in the weather.

Sunny, bright day.

Refreshing after nearly

a week of gloomy, rainy weather.

Perhaps the change

will help your boys.

Seven in row!

        Pfffffffffttttt!

Have a tune for you today … enjoy.

Link: Brantley Gilbert:More Than Miles

Maybe I should take that picture off the dashboard
Before her memory hits the brakes and takes the wheel
Yeah I bet she's still crying on that front porch
Yeah, this time it's gonna take some time to heal

Cause I'm on my way to Tennessee
Singing "Georgia On My Mind"
Chasing what they say's a dream
Thinking maybe it ain't mine
Cause that girl's in every song I sing
She's in every song I write
And that six string ridin' in her seat
Won't keep me warm tonight
God what am I supposed to do?
There's more than miles in my rearview

Well, I'm headed north to what I swore I wanted
And trying not to buy into my doubts
But I just can't seem to keep myself from wondering
Why I'm jealous of all them headlights headed south

Cause I'm on my way to Tennessee
Singing "Georgia On My Mind"
Chasing what they says a dream
Thinking maybe it ain't mine
Cause that girl's in every song I sing
She's in every song I write
And that six string ridin' in her seat
Won't keep me warm tonight
God what am I supposed to do?
There's still more than miles in my rearview

Yeah, more than miles
Yeah, I've been changing lanes without my mirrors
Cause every time I look behind me I see her
I think I just realized how much I need her (damn)

So I'm turning back for Georgia
Stopping short of Tennessee
I can't put my dreams before her
Man, I need her with me
Cause that girl's in every song I sing
She's in every song I write
And that six string ridin' in her seat
Can sleep in the back tonight
Now I know what I'm supposed to do, yeah
There's still more than miles in my rear view

More than miles, yeah
More than miles

Dear Beverly

Just stopped by to say hello.

      You remembered me.

Always.

Ugly!  

That’s how your boys

are playing these days.

Last place.

Lost six in a row.

         Flip.

Have a tune for you today … enjoy.

Link:  Jim Croce: Time in a Bottle

If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save every day till eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you

If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I'd save every day like a treasure and then
Again, I would spend them with you

But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do, once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go through time with

If I had a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty, except for the memory of how
They were answered by you

But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do, once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go through time with

Dear Beverly

Just stopped by to say hello.

          You remembered me.

Always.

Rained over night.

Cats not happy.

Dreary morning.

Bad news about your boys.

Last place.  

Swept by the nasty Giants.

            Oh wells.

Have a tune for you today … enjoy.

Link:  Lonestar: Not a Day Goes By

Got a picture of you I carry in my heart

Close my eyes to see it when the world gets dark
Got a memory of you I carry in my soul
I wrap it close around me when the nights get cold
If you asked me how I'm doin' I'd say just fine
But the truth is baby, if you could read my mind

Not a day goes by that I don't think of you
After all this time you're still with me it's true
Somehow you remain locked so deep inside
Baby, baby, oh baby, not a day goes by

I still wait for the phone in the middle of the night
Thinkin' you might call me if your dreams don't turn out right
And it still amazes me that I lie here in the dark
Wishin' you were next to me, with your head against my heart
If you asked me how I'm doing I'd say just fine
But the truth is baby, if you could read my mind

Not a day goes by that I don't think of you
After all this time you're still with me it's true
Somehow you remain locked so deep inside
Baby, baby, oh baby, not a day goes by

Minutes turn to hours, and the hours to days
Seems it's been forever that I've felt this way

Not a day goes by that I don't think of you
After all this time you're still with me it's true
Somehow you remain locked so deep inside
Baby, baby, oh baby, not a day goes by

Dear Beverly

Just stopped by to say hello.

         You remembered me.

Always.

Rainy day.

Dreary day.

Cats disappointed.

Have a tune for you today … enjoy.

Train: Calling All Angels

I need a sign to let me know you're here
All of these lines are being crossed over the atmosphere
I need to know that things are gonna look up
'Cause I feel us drowning in a sea spilled from a cup

When there is no place safe and no safe place to put my head
When you feel the world shake from the words that are said

And I'm calling all angels
I'm calling all you angels

I won't give up if you don't give up

I won't give up if you don't give up

I won't give up if you don't give up

I won't give up if you don't give up

I need a sign to let me know you're here
'Cause my TV set just keeps it all from being clear
I want a reason for the way things have to be
I need a hand to help build up some kind of hope inside of me

And I'm calling all angels
I'm calling all you angels

When children have to play inside so they don't disappear
While private eyes solve marriage lies cause we don't talk for years
And football teams are kissing Queens
and losing sight of having dreams
In a world that what we want is only what we want until it's ours

And I'm calling all angels
I'm calling all you angels

And I'm calling all angels
I'm calling all you angels

Calling all you angels

Calling all you angels

Calling all you angels

Dear Beverly

This morning your memory remains within my heart.

         Mi Amor, you remembered me.

Always.  Always.

It was so simple.

Deceptively so.

For months we had talked,

but not about it.  It!

It was the elephant in the room.

You knew it.  I knew it.

I picked you up at your mom’s

and we went to lunch.

You had found a place

called Bella Luna. 

Funny, but you liked saying it,

“Bella Luna, Bella Luna.”  

It was lyrical.

It was in the center

by the freeway

on Ventu Parkway.

We took a place in the corner;

windows to your back

and to your right.

It was a sunny day. 

The sunlight lit the room.

The years hadn’t been kind.

But you remained beautiful.

Your smile; your humor.

The pleasant way about you.

Kind; sweet … and yet guarded.

A black hole on some days.

You had lost everything.

Your home; your painted sunflowers.

The real estate bubble took the condo too.

Your job was gone.  

Now you were living with Fran.

You had been through hell,

but there was still more to come.

The packages of hate

arrived on a regular basis.

The almost daily text messages

and phone calls came

crashing in on you as well.

The nasty emails to you; to me.  

Copies cut and pasted,

Assembled, copied and delivered

by hand or by mail to harass

and to isolate you.

Sick.

With Fran, you were safe.

There we sat

in the corner of the café.

We talked.  We ordered lunch.

We talked about this and that.

And then suddenly you said,

“I made a terrible mistake.”

Even today I can see it clearly,

you saying the words.

The elephant was suddenly loose.

I knew immediately

what you were trying to say;

what you wanted to say.

but it couldn’t be.  

The wall between us

needed to come down. 

We needed peace …

all the years; all the hurt …

it had to go.

I stopped you before

you could go further and said,

“You made no mistakes.”

“You have three beautiful children.”

“They are not mistakes.”

You so desperately

needed to hear the love.

Despite everything,

the outcome was a blessing.

In that moment we were free.

The why of it didn’t matter;

lost to time.

I look back on that lunch.

I look back on that day

when you brought your infant son

to me and the pledge

between us was made.

That day.  That lunch.

They were like dots

connected through time.

Last June’s phone call

was another dot; the last dot

on the pages of our lives.

All connected …

I am blessed to

have known you.

I am blessed to

have called you my friend.

I am blessed to

have loved you; love you still.

I am blessed for

all that I have in my life.

I wish I could change things.

I would change many things.

But you take the blessings with the bad.

That’s life.

On a day; a sunny day

at the Bella Luna

you and I found peace.

I am blessed.

Have a tune for you today 

Last June, "Said goodbye, turned around
And you were gone, gone, gone
Faded into the setting sun,
Slipped away"

... enjoy. 

Link:   Carrie Underwood: See You Again

Said goodbye, turned around
And you were gone, gone, gone
Faded into the setting sun,
Slipped away
But I won’t cry
Cause I know I’ll never be lonely
For you are the stars to me,
You are the light I follow
 
I’ll See you again, oh
This is not where it ends
I will carry you with me, oh
Till I see you again

I can hear those echoes in the wind at night
Calling me back in time
Back to you
In a place far away
Where the water meets the sky
The thought of it makes me smile
You are my tomorrow

I’ll See you again, oh
This is not where it ends
I will carry you with me, oh
Till I see you again

Sometimes I feel my heart is breaking
But I stay strong and I hold on cause I know
I’ll see you again, oh
This is not where it ends
I will carry you with me, yeah yeah

I’ll See you again, oh
This is not where it ends
I will carry you with me, oh
Till I see you again
Till I see you again,
Till I see you again,
Said goodbye turned around
And you were gone, gone, gone.

Dear Beverly

Just stopped in to say hello.

         You remembered me.

Always.

Sorry about your boys last night.

Those nasty Giants!!!

Kershaw pitched a great game,

but he got no run support.

Posey with a walk-off

in the bottom of the ninth

to win it two to one.   Sorry.

Have a tune for you today …

It’s a fun one … enjoy.

Link:  The Lumineers: Ho Hey

 (Ho!)

(Hey!)
(Ho!)
(Hey!)

(Ho!) I've been trying to do it right
(Hey!) I've been living a lonely life
(Ho!) I've been sleeping here instead
(Hey!) I've been sleeping in my bed,
(Ho!) I've been sleeping in my bed
(Hey!)

(Ho!)

(Ho!) So show me family
(Hey!) All the blood that I would bleed
(Ho!) I don't know where I belong
(Hey!) I don't know where I went wrong
(Ho!) But I can write a song
(Hey!)

1, 2, 3
I belong with you, you belong with me, you're my sweetheart
I belong with you, you belong with me, you're my sweet
(Ho!)

(Hey!)
(Ho!)
(Hey!)

(Ho!) I don't think you're right for him
(Hey!) Look at what it might have been if you
(Ho!) Took a bus to China Town
(Hey!) I'd be standing on Canal
(Ho!) And Bowery
(Hey!)
(Ho!) And she'd be standing next to me
(Hey!)

1, 2, 3
I belong with you, you belong with me, you're my sweetheart
I belong with you, you belong with me, you're my sweetheart

Love ‒ we need it now
Let's hope for some
So, we're bleeding out

I belong with you, you belong with me, you're my sweetheart
I belong with you, you belong with me, you're my sweet
(Ho!)

(Hey!)
(Ho!)
(The last one)
(Hey!)

Dear Beverly

Just stopped by to say hello.

             You remembered me.

Always.

Have a request today.

A fond memory of

good times spent with you.

Your tune today is

from that special night … enjoy

Link:   Jethro Tull: Aqualung

Sitting on the park bench --
eyeing little girls with bad intent.
Snot is running down his nose --
greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Aqualung
Drying in the cold sun --
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Aqualung
Feeling like a dead duck --
spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Whoa, aqualung

Sun streaking cold --
an old man wandering lonely.
Taking time
the only way he knows.
Leg hurting bad,
as he bends to pick a dog-end --
he goes down to the bog
and warms his feet.

Feeling alone --
the army's up the road
salvation a la mode and
a cup of tea.
Aqualung my friend --
don't you start away uneasy
you poor old sod, you see, it's only me.
Do you still remember
The December's foggy freeze --
when the ice that
clings on to your beard was
screaming agony.
And you snatch your rattling last breaths
with deep-sea-diver sounds,
and the flowers bloom like
madness in the spring.