I don't have any kids of my own, and my step-daughter is in Vancouver, B.C., and out of communication at the moment at her place on Salt spring Island. I do think holidays are an especially hard time to be without those that are nearest and dearest. I feel fortunate, since my family of origin is a washout, to have my oldest and dearest friend staying with me now, with one week still left of her 6-wk visit. We'll see the new year in together.
Thanks for the Haggard song...am sending you another along the same lines, this one by D. Morrison, from a Small Potatoes CD...
Quartzite
Roy took his pension after 30 some years A machinist at Allied in Cleveland Now he passes his days pretty much all the same Maybe listens to the Indians in the evening
He watches his options whittle down to a few And his once wide horizons grow narrow Roy went downtown, took a 2nd on the house And drove home in a brand new Pace-Arrow
There's a cab-over Roadstar with a Datsun in tow On a road 10 mi. out of Sedona Three days ago they closed the house in St. Paul. And tonight it's southwest Arizona
She's slower in rising, sometimes she forgets And what's left of his hair has gone white But by anyone's measure there's life in them yet And they'll dance on the desert tonight
Up north where we come from it's snowing, of course But it's warm as a baby here in Quartzite The rivers are frozen way back to their source But we'll dance on the desert tonight
There's a bunch of old duffers with drums and guitars Tuning up on an old plywood stage We'll pull on our boots and our best Western gear Just to get out and act half our age
I ain't leaving none of these pages unfilled Always felt like a rascal, I feel that way still Stay with me my dear up this one final hill And we'll dance in the desert tonight
Up north where we come from it's snowing, of course But it's warm as a baby here in Quartzite The rivers are frozen way back to their source But we'll dance on the desert tonight