I am late in writing what I'm thankful for. Here goes:
I am thankful for the classic movies from yesteryear. Specifically, the black and white ones from back inna day. Casablanca, the Maltese Falcon, and the Creature from the Black Lagoon come to mind.
I am thankful for my barber. Even tho he's in his twenties, we share some interests. From the Fab 4 to Texas Hold'Em.
I am thankful for old Betsy, my Buick Park Avenue circa 1997. She's roomy which fits my 6'5 inch frame just right. She's showing her age. The paint, which is flaking especially in her rear, has fielded a few comments that perhaps old Betsy could be featured in an ad for Chick Fil-A. Ouch. Needless to say, it hurt her feelings. Mine too.
I am thankful for Chicago, not the city, but the band. They are now my favorite band-well, second place-cos nobody compares to the Fab 4. For them not to be in the R/R HOF is a travesty.
I am thankful for my two sons.
I am thankful for Rock, who peruses my forays into the infantile on a daily basis.
I am thankful to have missed the Thanksgiving Holidays via a well-known cafeteria chain. Nuff said.
I must have worked at least 25 years ( inna row ) on TGiving.
I am thankful for James Bond via Sean Connery. And the soundtracks that accompanied the movies.
I am thankful for da Stones and their creation of "Gimme Shelter." A tune that would help give me inspiration to write those forays into the mercantile, er, infantile back-where else-inna day.
I am thankful for Larry Bird and the Celtics of the 80's. McHale, Parrish, DJ et al. And that I got to watch their playoff struggles.
I am thankful for old Betsy's mama, whose name happened to be old Betsy as well. She was an 86 olds 98, and the only car I've ever had that had some git up and go. RIP old betsy's mom old betsy.
I am last but not least thankful for Golden Pond, my blog of almost ten years. A chronicle and diary of my pursuits, dreams, and failures.
Gimme shelter, v.c.