I remember, back in college, I pined to go to this. Though I was a DJ and music director at our little independent radio station, we were never able to raise the funds to participate in the event. Austin, TX, seemed a million miles away from the Hackensack River, and even during high-tide, we'd never make it there.
Later, in the dreamy days and drunken nights of Multi-Purpose Solution land, I longed for the band to actually…
I've heard those words so many times. Friends and strangers have come to me with their happinesses, their sadnesses, and their secrets. I've felt fortunate. I've been close, I've touched. People have trusted in me, trusted in my abilities to understand and to sympathize and even to advise.
If you ask me what I'm good at, I might say, "Listening." You might agree.
But, sometimes, I don't know.
I received thoughtful and sundry comments to this entry. Monty wrote:
But his cat got depressed when it rained? Mine get annoyed—they both know they never ordered any rain.