I happened to hear this song today and it reminded me of long family car-trips back in the day when we all had to listen to the same music at the same time. It gave my husband and me a chance to instill in our children the music of "Peter, Paul, and Mary," "Simon and Garfunkel," "The Beatles," "John Denver," and of course, "Harry Chapin."
I remember listening to this song as we drove across Pennsylvania on a trip to DC back in 1992. Of course the kids hated it, but Dean and I liked its dark humor, and it kept us awake.
The kids always got their revenge by playing this song as loud as possible while singing at the top of their voices. They knew I disliked it back then. Now it brings pleasant memories.
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It is still windy and cool. It feels like March rather than the first of May. But there is proof that spring is here. The wild plum thickets in the South Valley park are abloom and the scent is absolutely overpowering. It makes you look up from the trail below your feet and consider things other than the trivial thoughts running through your mind.
And if you look closely, you can see the dozen or so deer at dusk grazing in my yard yesterday evening. May is the one month of the year where my lawn is actually green and appears healthy.