Having offered my morning prayers for Rosary Army (please help!) and for my sister (happy birthday!) and my niece (happy santo!), I found the silence in the car deafening, so I popped in a Journey CD.
I then proceeded to crank up the volume and sing at the top of my lungs using as my microphone a spent Expo dry erase marker that was rolling around on the floor of the car. I’ve done this before and generated looks from my fellow commuters. I may be weird, but I have fun.
So, anyway, here I am singing my favorite song, which today happens to be “Loving, Touchin, Squeezin”, due to my angst-filled mood fueled by an uncharitable desire for revenge (or at least some measure of “you had it coming”), and I happily rocked the last 30 minutes of my commute.
I’d like to keep Journey where they belong — in my vinyl memories where I am 17.
I like the image of you jamming with the expo marker…it reminds me of jamming with the circular yellow brush (you remember that one?)in front of the mirror. 🙂
Nothing wrong with Journey nor any other band from when we were 17 or there abouts! Well okay there are some rally cheesy bands, but Journey is good. Now if you wanna discuss the Nelson twins and staying in the past I am all ears, but Journey, crank it up!