How about some music for your Monday?
More.
It is windy as heck today. I can hear the wind moaning around the eaves and roaring in the just-coming-to-leaf trees. The out front maple is swaying. I’m sure the big willow is whipping like a bosun’s cat o’nine tails on a defaulter. That also means I will have another 16,256 sticks to pick up in the backyard. All of this to lament I should have posted a tune from The Association. I won’t because I really hate that song. You’ll have to live with some classic Jones.
What? I forget everyone is not an old fart. Windy is the song of which I write.
There, 3 minutes I’ll never get back.
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That wind is hitting us, hundreds of miles away.
Reminds me of the scene after the crucifixion in Ben Hur.
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