All of the above----and more !!! And looking back, I'm glad I did it--went through it---came out the other side and am here to tell about it.

John Sebastian said it best in a fine song:


STORIES WE COULD TELL

I remember that guitar in a museum in Tennessee,
The nameplate on the glass brought back 20 melodies,
And the scratches on the face told of all the times he fell,
Singing all the stories he could tell.

CHORUS) And all the stories we could tell,
And if it all blows up and goes to hell,
I can still see us sittin' on a bed in some motel,
Singing all the stories we could tell.

So if you're on the road trackin' down your every night,
Singing for a living 'neath the brightly colored lights,
If you ever wonder why you ride that carousel,
You did it for the stories you could tell.

And all the stories we could tell,
And before we have to say our last farewell,
I can still see us sittin' on a bed in some motel,
Singing all the stories we could tell.


(I think that's all there was to it but I might be off by a verse or two.)

Art Thieme