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Wednesday, June 25, 2014

We were friends

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* This line from today's song (Desperados Waiting for a Train) catches my breath each time I hear it: "Come on, Jack, that son-of-a-bitch is comin'." At my dad's funeral almost 40 years ago, after the room had pretty much cleared out, and there were just a couple close friends, my mom and us kids standing around late in the night, and I guess people, not wanting to leave yet, were trying to figure out something to say that hadn't already been said. There were no more tears to be squeezed out and it was very quiet, until suddenly, one of my dad's best friends slammed his fist down on the casket and said, "come on, Jack, you ol' son of a bitch," very much in the way it's said in the song. (Thus began my long run of uncontrollable laughing at funerals. But that's another story for another day.)

* Me and this old man... (Thanks, Seth, for this song.)

Posted by Marie at June 25, 2014 9:47 PM