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Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Coming in on the Midnight Train; an irony-free posting [isolated, not the beginning of a trend] in honor of Thanksgiving
[see: http://studionightshade.blogspot.com/2010/11/more-and-less-of-pater-unfamilias.html and its predecessor-post: http://studionightshade.blogspot.com/2010/10/three-kinds-of-lies-and-true-confession.html]
However, love and warmth and the bond of our family of two have been present, too, and my son’s heading home for Thanksgiving, so I’ve been playing “Midnight Train to Georgia” all day, ‘cause that’s the song Jamie and I always sang in the car before his voice changed, before he got his driver’s license and I became irrelevant.
I sang Gladys; he did the Pips.
And back in 2008, one night when we’d called detente and sat watching an episode of American Idol, this [below] came on, and Jamie put his head my shoulder and said: “Those were fun times, mom.”
Last night I emailed Jamie that YouTube link, and he replied: “Can’t wait to see you tomorrow, Gladys!”
I know I’ve got a steamer trunk full of secrets and lies, and I can’t keep them locked up indefinitely. I know that.
But right now, I’m just feeling dumbass happy about Thanksgiving and the visit of my Pip.
Posted by JF at 4:05 PM