There are very small decisions in life, it seems, that lead up to these large coincidences. Perhaps somebody didn't like the people they worked with & that caused them to go work elsewhere. In the movie Back to the Future that is known as the "space-time continuum". Curly from the Three Stooges would call it being a "victim of circumstance". Are we put in the places we are to meet the people we are supposed to meet, or do we simply meet those people as a result of where we end up? I'd like to think it's the former. I guess were all just small links on a very big chain.
Even though I only see Amy once a year at best these days, I was kind of bummed out that I missed her wedding last night. We've known each other longer than I can remember & have been friends for just as long. Cheers to you, Amy & Brian.
Five Favorite Songs of the Day
Single Girl, Married Girl-the Carter Family
I Dreamed I Saw St Augustine-Vic Chesnutt
You Ain't Goin' Nowhere-Bob Dylan & the Band, The Basement Tapes
Bob Dylan's Dream-1991
Bob Dylan's Dream
While riding on a train goin' west,
I fell asleep for to take my rest.
I dreamed a dream that made me sad,
Concerning myself and the first few friends I had.
With half-damp eyes I stared to the room
Where my friends and I spent many an afternoon,
Where we together weathered many a storm,
Laughin' and singin' till the early hours of the morn.
By the old wooden stove where our hats was hung,
Our words were told, our songs were sung,
Where we longed for nothin' and were quite satisfied
Talkin' and a-jokin' about the world outside.
With haunted hearts through the heat and cold,
We never thought we could ever get old.
We thought we could sit forever in fun
But our chances really was a million to one.
As easy it was to tell black from white,
It was all that easy to tell wrong from right.
And our choices were few and the thought never hit
That the one road we traveled would ever shatter and split.
How many a year has passed and gone,
And many a gamble has been lost and won,
And many a road taken by many a friend,
And each one I've never seen again.
I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,
That we could sit simply in that room again.
Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat,
I'd give it all gladly if our lives could be like that.
Copyright © 1963; renewed 1991 Special Rider Music
Praying on the Old Camp Ground-Mississippi John Hurt
Happy Sunday, friends...