seventeen hours
over seven days
spent
seated
in
truck
radio static
search for new stations
music to my ears
Is there anything new under the sun?
What does hearing the oldies spark?
Garth sings…"Life is not tried it’s just merely survived—if you’re standing outside the fire.”
John Michael Montgomery sings…”Life’s a dance you learn as you go…”
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.
~Theodore Roosevelt
Hi Gail, If I keep losing my train of thought or continue ignoring “the usage rules for SubStack,” you may have a dozen hearts by day’s end! As I’m also
clobbered from my second shingles shot yesterday, the heart count might reach an “all time best” tally. Not the worst. This story seems connected with, perhaps a second chapter, that continues yesterday’s BFN. Your reader’s question yesterday on major/minor stories, and your reply on maintaining awareness that can serve to amend or alter your story, segues nicely with today’s musical quotes. And Teddy Roosevelt’s remarks. The remark by GB on living outside the fire struck home in many ways. All in all, I thought you hit a grand slam with this story today. And skipped from bag-to-bag as you made your way to home! Very nicely executed.