So it's my brithday, and I'm sitting here concocting a Saturday post. Because, well, Saturday posts are all I've can muster these days.
Last night I saw Rodney Crowell in concert. Small room, Rodney and his guitar alone on stage. He was wonderful. I can't tell you how much I admire his story-telling skills in song. I think he's right up there with John Prine and Townes van Zandt as one of the best songwriters of our era. I may have posted this before, but it's worth repeating.
Sweet.
So here I am, two nickels back to back make 55, and that's what I became today. I'm two nickels old. Went out for breakfast and had steak and eggs! Now I'll go for a run, sit and read. See you next week!
4 comments:
i have been breathing for 55 years, 11 months, and 21 days.
breathe deep and have a good one.
Happy birthday, Bob.
Oh, to be 55 again!
Happy birthday! sounds like you had a good one.
I'm a few days late & a few dollars short, but happy double-nickels just the same!
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