You may remember the song ‘The Revolution Will Not Be Televised’ from Gil Scott-Heron. Earlier I read a paragraph in the book Jen bought me that hinted at both the song and the reality. It said I will not be invited out with the cool kids anymore. It said I will lose stuff and be alone. It said I will speak in tongues.
It was one of those reading experiences where there’s an abrupt “Bang!” close by, and Dick M steps out from the grave yard and says, “Toldja you’re right where you’re supposed to be.” Who knew, right? I’d live to be 77 and find myself speaking in tongues.
There’s a Warren Zevon song with the lines, “The days slide by. Shoulda done, shoulda done we all sigh.” I feel exactly like that and exactly not like that. Here, this morning, I’m kind of hanging in the so familiar “Don’t know” place.
Ain’t a TV camera in sight.
from a mountain bench 
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