It gets a little crazy sometimes because of all the different obstacles I find in my path, myself and my mouth being the larger potholes. However, the reason I live and breathe every day happens to be for those little things that I seem to abound in. I took a chance, a can of air, some tape and a prayer and opened my Altar to the Gods. My Dad's old Zenith Solid State circa 1965 silently opened and I took a deep breath to admire the stereo that was the only thing I ever wanted (and by some act of GOD, own) and then I withered inside as I turned the selector over to FM and the tuner lit up .... I miss my Daddy!...Then how can I stay sad when Aerosmith came through the speakers with pointers on how to "Walk this way"... and what station was it on? Santa Claus' favorite station... Rock 92.
Then I turned on the floodlights, pulled out my extra copy of Fleetwood Mac, held my mouth right, taped the needle to the stylus and sang along wondering when Sarah was going to call me home. I wish I could have shared the magic with them, but its OK. I really needed something miraculous and well, those speakers make my Pioneers sound like whimps.
I love you Daddy.
I always will.
And Nattie's Camaro was tuned to Rock 92, just like every other FM tuner to pass under your hands.
Girl Power now embodies seeing who helped make me whole and wonderful and beautiful. He did.
Then I turned on the floodlights, pulled out my extra copy of Fleetwood Mac, held my mouth right, taped the needle to the stylus and sang along wondering when Sarah was going to call me home. I wish I could have shared the magic with them, but its OK. I really needed something miraculous and well, those speakers make my Pioneers sound like whimps.
I love you Daddy.
I always will.
And Nattie's Camaro was tuned to Rock 92, just like every other FM tuner to pass under your hands.
Girl Power now embodies seeing who helped make me whole and wonderful and beautiful. He did.
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