Music plays in the background on the radio as I edit client files. Suddenly I feel as though I should be in a local watering hole or at some such gathering place among friends and like-hearted beings. My mind inserts what is naturally the common day lyrical accompaniment by those gathered, as I become consciously aware of, … “Sweeeeeeet Car-o-line…., [______! ______! ________________!], Good times never seemed so good.” [__________!], [__________!], [__________!]
An inward chuckle of amusement arose. A warm smile lingered as I found myself continuing to listen and envisioning groups of my friends sharing in moments. A sense of comradeship. Nice. It finished out and I get back to work.
Next up on the radio.
Can you guess?
“Here she comes now sayin’ Mony Mony….”
Yeah. Really. But no, I did not have a lingering smile while envisioning shared moments then. No. Just…, no.
Maze Walker 