Pluto may have been downgraded, last week, but I’m upgrading Walgreen’s in Saint Louis Hills. Not to “planet” status, but to “Nexus of the Universe” status. That’s right.Ok, let me back up just a little. We all have those “magical” places where we feel enlightened. It may be the desert with a little peyote, or the top of a mountain in Nepal. For many it’s the driver’s seat of their car. And often, it requires music. Yes, it requires hearing those pop hits that will forever delight, tickle, or horrify us. The songs that we can’t get out of our heads can sometimes show us magical truths.For me, this seems to happen at Walgreen’s where R&B crema flows from the overhead speakers. Here, every month, those decades old words, that I’ve long felt were devoid of any sense, much less insight, suddenly strike me as profound truths.
Last night, I realized that, yes, sometimes the snow DOES come down in June. And yes, sometimes… the sun goes ’round the moon.
Ok, I’m kidding, but seriously, last month, a new voice took those old words, and I realized that truly there ain’t no mountian high enough, ain’t no valley low enough, ain’t no river wide enough, to keep Michael McDonald away from me.
Man, do I get bored waiting for my prescriptions.