|See the "T" field over on the right? It sure fits|
Back in the days of the infamous bar and garage bands, Hereafter (We'll be here after you're gone, but you won't be able to hear after) and Stone Free (AKA dirt cheap), that is one song I used to sing. The other one was this one....I could actually play them too once upon a time.....no more though...
I am not much of a singer...no ear and no range...but that doesn't stop me from loving music and singing every chance I get. I sang a couple of other songs for the bands too, having the advantage of being young and blonde and thus able to get away with a serious lack of actual talent. The boys were all good singers though and most likely made up for the loss.
Anyhow, that song was brought to mind yesterday when our boy and my younger brother hopped on a jet plane for work in Seattle. Alan had never flown before. He liked it though and said that he has to get one of those engines for the Camaro (if he does I'm staying home.)
While they were on layover in Chicago he discovered that the bank had frozen his card for a fraudulent charge. Thus in between walking the dogs and writing the Farm Side guess who has been on the phone for two days......yeah...you got it....the one who can't sing.
I have to say, the folks at our local branch and the people who work fraud during normal business hours are a whole lot more helpful than the weekend warriors. At any rate, chasing down phone numbers and typing in account numbers helped keep my mind off worrying about my kiddo while he ventured off to the left coast for the first time. Hope it's warmer there than it is here.
BTW he took that photo, which is of our farm and some neighbors, from the plane as they flew west. Pretty cool huh?
|As close as I need to get to a jet plane in real life|