Dear Beverly

Just stopped by to say hello and good morning.

            Thanks Doll, you remembered me.

Always.

Re-wrote the last two lines.
My friend says that women in abusive relationships go back eight times on average.
So sad to think such things.   Once would be one too many.

I finally understood your sudden departure in July of 2009 for five or six weeks.   You went to comfort him when his mother died and how did he repay your kindness?

Have a tune for you today ... enjoy.

When you're down and troubled and you need a helping hand
and nothing, whoa, nothing is going right.
Close your eyes and think of me and soon I will be there to brighten up even your darkest nights.

You just call out my name, and you know where ever I am
I'll come running to see you again.
Winter, spring, summer, or fall, all you have to do is call and I'll be there, yeah, yeah,
you've got a friend.

If the sky above you should turn dark and full of clouds
and that old north wind should begin to blow,
keep your head together and call my name out loud.
Soon I will be knocking upon your door.
You just call out my name, and you know where ever I am
I'll come running to see you again.
Winter, spring, summer, or fall, all you have to do is call and I'll be there.

Hey, ain't it good to know that you've got a friend? People can be so cold.
They'll hurt you and desert you. Well, they'll take your soul if you let them,
oh yeah, but don't you let them.

You just call out my name, and you know where ever I am
I'll come running to see you again.
Winter, spring, summer, or fall, all you have to do is call, Lord, I'll be there, yeah, yeah,
you've got a friend. You've got a friend.
Ain't it good to know you've got a friend. Ain't it good to know you've got a friend.
Oh, yeah, yeah, you've got a friend.

Dear Beverly

Hello, you've been on my mind and in my heart.

             Oh Doll, you remembered me.

Always.

There's just so much anger in me still over the way you were treated.
I know, I know, I have to move past it, but the "why" of all of it continues to elude me.

Why was your Facebook page forcibly taken down with only this comment from you to go on?

"Yeh, (name removed) took me off facebook because (name removed) had a shitfit because Nellie Linda's sister e-mailed me and it's a long story, some other time."

Should have asked.   Who is Nellie?   Who is Linda?   I don't recognize the names. 

Why was your laptop taken from you?  Why was your email account deleted?
Why were you systematically cutoff from the world?  What was the point?
I don't get it and that makes me so incredibly angry.  I should have done more.

Like you would say "oh wells" ...
Questions without answers ... oh wells.

Have a tune for you today ... a nice one from one of your favorite boys.  Enjoy.

http://youtu.be/3umaLe37-LE

I was always the crazy one
I broke into the stadium
And I wrote your number on the 50 yard line
You were always the perfect one
And the valadictorian so
Under your number I wrote "call for a good time"

I only wanted to catch your attention
But you overlooked me somehow
Besides you had too many boyfriends to mention
And I played my guitar too loud.

How do you like me now?
How do you like me now,
Now that I'm on my way?
Do you still think I'm crazy
Standin' here today?
I couldn't make you love me
But I always dreamed about living in your radio
How do you like me now?

When I took off to Tennessee
I heard that you made fun of me
Never imagined I'd make it this far
Then you married into money girl
Ain't it a cruel and funny world?
He took your dreams and tore them apart.

He never comes home
And you're always alone
And your kids hear you cryin down the hall
Alarm clock starts ringin'
Who could that be singin'
Its me baby, with your wake up call!

How do you like me now?
How do you like me now,
Now that I'm on my way?
Do you still think I'm crazy
Standin' here today?
I couldn't make you love me
But I always dreamed about living in your radio
How do you like me now?

Tell me baby...
I will preach on...

Dear Beverly

Dropped in to say hello.

            Smile.  You remembered me.

Always.

There's been a lot on my mind of late. 

Got a tune for you today ... Something light ... enjoy.

I know just how to whisper
And I know just how to cry
I know just where to find the answers
And I know just how to lie
I know just how to fake it
And I know just how to scheme
I know just when to face the truth
And then I know just when to dream

And I know just where to touch you
And I know just what to prove
I know when to pull you closer
And I know when to let you loose
And I know the night is fading
And I know the time's gonna fly
And I'm never gonna tell you
Everything I gotta tell you
But I know I gotta give it a try

And I know the roads to riches
And I know the ways to fame
I know all the rules
And I know how to break 'em
And I always know the name of the game

But I don't know how to leave you
And I'll never let you fall
And I don't know how you do it
Making love out of nothing at all

Making love, Out of nothing at all
Making love, Out of nothing at all
Making love, Out of nothing at all
Making love, Out of nothing at all
Making love, Out of nothing at all
Making love, Out of nothing at all

Every time I see you all the rays of the sun
Are streaming through the waves in your hair
And every star in the sky is taking aim at your eyes
Like a spotlight

The beating of my heart is a drum and it's lost
And it's looking for a rhythm like you
You can take the darkness from the pit of the night
And turn into a beacon burning endlessly bright

I've gotta follow it 'cause everything I know
Well it's nothing till I give it to you

I can make the runner stumble
I can make the final block
And I can make every tackle at the sound of the whistle
I can make all the stadiums rock
I can make tonight forever
Or I can make it disappear by the dawn
I can make you every promise that has ever been made
I can make all your demons be gone

But I'm never gonna make it without you
Do you really want to see me crawl
And I'm never gonna make it like you do
Making love out of nothing at all

Making love, Out of nothing at all
Making love, Out of nothing at all
Making love, Out of nothing at all
Making love, Out of nothing at all
Making love, Out of nothing at all
Making love, Out of nothing at all
Making love, Out of nothing at all
Making love, Out of nothing at all
Making love, Out of nothing at all
Making love, Out of nothing at all

Dear Beverly

Just stopped in to say hello.

            Mi Amor.  You remembered me.

Always.

Got the opening to a new poem about ripples in a pond and how events in life are set in motion by things sometimes beyond our control.  

It goes like this.

A soldier dies.

A widow grieves

And seeks a new beginning.

I can’t seem to get to the next stanza. 

You see, if the soldier lives, I don’t exist.

The ripples on that pond never happened.

The soldier was my grandfather, who died in Abbeville, France five days before the end of World War I.  

The widow who grieves is my grandmother who leaves Scotland as a result of his death and comes first to Canada and then to the United States.  His death sets that in motion.

If he lives, she stays and all that followed is swept away.  I don’t exist and all that I’ve done and everything that flowed out from that is gone.  We never met and all that flowed out from that doesn’t happen either. 

The next stanza as I wrote it is …

A sniper chooses.

One goes home, while

An island grave is the other’s ending.

But it doesn’t really fit.  At least that is my feeling.

Will work on the puzzle.

Got a tune for you today … enjoy.

Gerry Rafferty: Get It Right Next Time

Out on the street I was talkin’ to a man

He said "there’s so much of this life of mine that I don’t understand"

You shouldn’t worry yes that ain’t no crime

Cause if you get it wrong you’ll get it right next time (next time).

You need direction, yeah you need a name

When you’re standing in the crossroads every highway looks the same

After a while you can recognize the signs

So if you get it wrong you’ll get it right next time (next time).

Life is a liar yeah life is a cheat

It’ll lead you on and pull the ground from underneath your feet

No use complainin’, don’t you worry, don’t you whine

Cause if you get it wrong you’ll get it right next time (next time).

You gotta grow, you gotta learn by your mistakes

You gotta die a little everyday just to try to stay awake

When you believe there’s no mountain you can climb

And if you get it wrong you’ll get it right next time (next time).

Next time, hmmmmm

Dear Beverly

Just stopped in to say hello

           Oh Doll, you remembered me.

Always.

Been troubled over understanding how individuals can be so controlling, manipulative and mendacious.   I don't get it.  What's the purpose?  What is gained by boxing someone into a corner?  How can I get beyond this?  

Have a tune for you this morning ... a melancholy one.

 http://youtu.be/_KrrsLZaY9s

Amarillo by morning, up from San Antone.

Everything that I've got is just what I've got on.

When that sun is high in that Texas sky

I'll be bucking it to county fair.

Amarillo by morning, Amarillo I'll be there.

They took my saddle in Houston, broke my leg in Santa Fe.

Lost my wife and a girlfriend somewhere along the way.

Well I'll be looking for eight when they pull that gate,

And I'm hoping that judge ain't blind.

Amarillo by morning, Amarillo's on my mind.

Amarillo by morning, up from San Antone.

Everything that I've got is just what I've got on.

I ain't got a dime, but what I got is mine.

I ain't rich, but Lord I'm free.

Amarillo by morning, Amarillo's where I'll be.

Amarillo by morning, Amarillo's where I'll be.

Dear Beverly

Came by this morning to say hello.

             Smile.   You remembered me.

Always

Your boys put up a heck of fight down the stretch, but some bad breaks last night brought their season to an end.   Sorry.

             Oh wells ... always next year for my boys.

Have gone in search of the truth ... not sure I want to find it.

Tune for you today ... it's a fun one.

She said, "I'e seen you in here before."
I said, "I've been here a time or two."
She said, "Hello, my
Name is Bobby Jo
Meet my twin sister Betty Lou
And we're both feeling kinda wild tonight
And you're the only cowboy in this place
And if you're up for a rodeo
We'll put a big Texas smile on
Your face"
I said, "Girls,"

I ain't as good as I once was
I got a few years on me now
But there was a time back in my prime

When I could really lay it down
And if you need some love tonight
Then I might have just enough
I ain't as good as I once was
But I'm as good once as I ever was

I still hang out with my best friend dave
Ive known him since we were kids at school
Last night he
Had a few shots
Got in a tight spot hustlin' a game of pool
With a couple of redneck boys
One great
Big bad biker man
I heard David yell across the room
"Hey buddy, how 'bout a helping hand."
I said, "Dave,"

I ain't as good as I once was
My how the years have flown
But there was a time back in my prime

When I could really hold my own
But if you wanna fight tonight
Guess thouse boys dont look all that
Tough
I ain't as good as I once was
But I'm as good once as I ever was

I used to be hell on wheels
Back when I was younger man
Now my body says, "You can't do this boy"

But my pride says, "Oh, yes you can

I ain't as good as I once was
Thats just the cold hard truth
I still throw a few back, talk a little smack
When I'm feelin bullet proof
So don't double dog dare me now
'Cause I'd have to call your bluff

I ain't as good as I once was
But I'm as good once as I ever was
Maybe not be good as I once was
But I'm as good once as I ever was

Dear Beverly

Just happened by to say hello.

           Hi Doll.   You remembered me.

Always.

Ninth inning walk off to keep pace with the Cards.
Two back, two to go ... any Card win or Dodger loss and your season ends.

           An E Ticket ride!

Got a tune today that celebrates the Dodger/Giant rivalry.   Enjoy.

http://youtu.be/u7qYcyUjDPU

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So I say D, I say D-O,

D-O-D,

D-O-D-G,

D-O-D-G-E-R-S, team, team, team, team

O, I say O-M,

O-M-A,

O-M-A-L,

O-M-A-L-L-E-Y, Oh really? No, O'Malley

Sandy Koufax, oh my Drysdale, Maury Wills

I love you so

And we defy

Defy the J-I,

J-I-N,

J-I-N-T,

J-I-N-T-S, Giants!

Play ball

Orlando Cepeda is at bat with the bases jammed

Orlando Cepeda with a Wham! Bam!

He hit a grand slam

In the very first inning

But it's only the beginning

In the third like a bird we get two on an away

Then Fairly hits into a double play

Here comes big Frank Howard yes-sirree

Boy what a swing!

Strike three

Oh dem B, oh dem B-U,

B-U-M,

B-U-M-S, dem bums, dem bums, dem dry bums

Oh they may be bums but they're my bums

Top of the fifth

"Say Hey" Willy Mays hits a 3 bagger down the right field line

But he's out trying to stretch it to a homer

As Roseboro tags him on the bottom of the spine

With a crack you can hear all the way back up to San Francisco

Open your hospital

Inning six

Maury Wills draws a walk in the coach's box

Leo Durocher, Leo Durocher starts to wiggle and to twitch

A signal? No, an itch

Go Maury, Go Maury, Go, Go, Go

Maury goes

The catcher throws

Right from the solarplexus

At the bag he beats the tag

That mighty little waif

And umpire Conlan cries "you're out!"

Out? Out?

Down in the dug-out Alston glowers

Up in the booth Vin Scully frowns

Out in the stands O'Malley grins

Attendance fifty thousand

And what does O'Malley do? Ahh!

Bottom of the ninth

Four to nutin'

Last chance

Push the button

Oh we're pleadin', beggin', on our knees

Come on you Flatbush refugees

Maury Wills at bat

Hit it for me once

Stu Miller throws

Maury bunts

Cepeda runs to field the ball and Hiller covers first

Haller runs to back up Hiller, Hiller crashes into Miller

Miller falls, drops the ball and Conlan calls "safe!"

Yeah Maury!

Gilliam up

Miller grunts

Miller throws

Gilliam bunts

Cepeda runs to field the ball and Hiller covers first

Howard runs to back up Hiller, Hiller crashes into Miller

Miller falls, drops the ball and Conlan calls "safe!"

Yeah Conlan!

Willie Davis gets a hit and Tommy does the same

Here comes Mr. Howard with a chance to win the game

Hit it once

Big Frank bunts?

Cepeda runs to field the ball, so does Hiller, so does Miller

Miller hollers Hiller

Hiller hollers Miller

Haller hollers Hiller points to Miller with his fist

And that's the Miller, Hiller, Haller hallelujah twist

The Davises score it's four to four

Howard's still running the bases

From second to third it's almost absurd

Amazement on everyones faces

He's heading for home

He hasn't a chance

The poor nut is gonna be dead

But the ball hits him right in the seat of his pants

And he scores

That's using your head

So I say D, I say D-O,

D-O-D-G-E-R-S

The team that's all heart

All heart and all thumbs

They're my Los Angeles

Your Los Angeles

Our Los Angeles

Do you really think we'll really win the pennant?

Bums! Oooo dem bums!