I smiled all the way through your essay thinking of your mom and dad when they were young (and us, too! just kids, actually). And your home in Harlingen, Mitch Miller on TV, and kids, kids, kids running in and out of the house! Happy pandemonium. But one thing, though: I never knew you lived in Mercedes. What street?
Tim, I would add one item to your playlist: Sinatra's Night and Day. "Oh what a hungry yearning burning inside of me." If that doesn't do it, it ain't gonna happen.
Wow! Tim, the things you think about!. Pondering my own "creation story" had never occurred to me. Perhaps, it's because I'm pretty sure that it did NOT involve cigarretes, bourbon or music. Now it's hard to UN-imagine it. Egads.
I smiled all the way through your essay thinking of your mom and dad when they were young (and us, too! just kids, actually). And your home in Harlingen, Mitch Miller on TV, and kids, kids, kids running in and out of the house! Happy pandemonium. But one thing, though: I never knew you lived in Mercedes. What street?
Tim, I would add one item to your playlist: Sinatra's Night and Day. "Oh what a hungry yearning burning inside of me." If that doesn't do it, it ain't gonna happen.
Wow! Tim, the things you think about!. Pondering my own "creation story" had never occurred to me. Perhaps, it's because I'm pretty sure that it did NOT involve cigarretes, bourbon or music. Now it's hard to UN-imagine it. Egads.