Wednesday, April 9, 2025
Time: 7:50 AM
Song: Angel From Montgomery
Artist: Bonnie Raitt
Mode of Consumption: Listening to MP3s on drive to work.
Link to song: https://open.spotify.com/track/6JssQFiBCi6ZcE6060S9A7?si=8692b408ef434647
There’s a line in this song:
“How the hell can a person
Go to work in the mornin’
And come home in the evenin’
And have nothin’ to say.”
First, John Prine lyrics with Bonnie Raitt’s voice is just a good way to start the day.
Second, sometimes lines like that worry me because I am the kind of guy that can leave in the morning and come back home and really have nothing to say. Maybe I’m boring. Okay, there’s no maybe about it. I’m boring.
I’m just not a talkative guy, and while sometimes that’s true for people when they are young and then they grow out of it, I actually find that I have less to say as a I get older. Most of the time, I prefer not to say anything at all. I’m not into chit-chat. I don’t carry conversations. I say what I need to say and rarely anything more.
I like to think I get it from my Grandpa Reed. He was a quiet fellow who pulled off silent and stoic with ease. Of course, he had seventy some years of life by the time I met him, that included the daily grind of dairy farming and whatever atrocities he encountered in war to add depth to his silence. My silence, I regret to inform you, I find to be pretty shallow.
Sorry for those disappointed that I’m not opining on the next Great American Novel when you’re with me and I’m not saying anything. I assure you, I am just as disappointed.
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