The annual tradition: The playing of the Famous Last Words song by Billy Joel.. I have linked up this song yearly this weekend for as as I have had a web presence.. It’s doubly fun this time of year: Autumn is in the air, and it’s my birthday. But as I get older and older, each year’s birthday aspect becomes less enjoyable than the previous 12 months ..
I am 34 now.. the show’s not over but it’s ‘halfway’ home for my caboose.
The most poignant words, in my opinion , of this song (besides ‘comfort in a coffee cup, apples in the early fall’) are these: ‘They swept away all the streamers after the Labor Day parade. There’s nothing left for a dreamer now only one final serenade.’
With summer ending.. and the cold winds ready to invade, I wish some streamers would just be left on the streets.. a little longer.. another day.
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