I expected this post to be on previous members of my family before an incident of homelessness -- Le Pounce, Sly, McTavish, Starlight, Athena, Why Not?, Wild Thing. That will have to wait.
Today, I'm thrilled to find another piece of my life -- it too, a poignant one.
Along with an opportunity to listen to an author of a song that was a theme song for me when I was young, I get to troll memories I didn't realize I had.
Remember the song Windy?
Here is Ruthann Friedman, the song's author singing it:
Here's the Association singing it as a hit on the airwaves in '67.
And, yes I was an impressionable 13 years alive at that time, and I dreamt (or if you're a stickler, I fantasized) I was Windy.
Today, I am an impressionable 56 and 3/4 years alive -- and I have the rare opportunity of being in the audience at LAVA's Sunday Salon 8/11 this weekend to observe Ruthann Friedman.
Perhaps you have to be in my mind, to me it's a fully intriguing occurrence with the opportunity to re-incorporate my put-away and denied visions into my current life.
What brings that opportunity knocking at your door?
Do you choose to open the door?