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It’s Friday.

I think it’s required.

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It is said music hath charms to soothe the savage breast. No, it’s not beast, that’s a common misquote. But I think ole William Congreve knew what he was talking about in 1697.

(If you’re interested, the original line is as follows –

“Musick has Charms to sooth a savage Breast, To soften Rocks, or bend a knotted Oak”)

And while music can indeed soothe it can also elicit other emotional responses… joy, sadness, nostalgia, triumph etc.

And when asked what songs move me? The first one that pops into my head is Eric Clapton’s “My Father’s Eyes” from this album.

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https://youtu.be/bocDpFVhyDw?si=_jxK4SbR0l8o9VVF

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I lost my dad when I was 15 years old and to be honest, I still haven’t gotten over it. To this day I can’t talk about him… or listen to that song… without crying.

So yes, music can bring me to tears.

What song moves you, and why?

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Time to brush off the brain cobwebs.

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I was supposed to be 4 to enter preschool but since my birthday is in December, I was 3.

Because I was an only child, my mother always signed me up for “social” experiences and in 1967 she thought half a day at preschool with other children was just the thing.

I remember we were told to bring something to lay on the floor for nap time and while other kids had blankets or towels, my mother – being my mother – went shopping at Saks Fifth Avenue and I showed up with a large, extremely plush and colorful Humpty Dumpty oblong egg rug. I remember rolling it out and all the other kids oohing and ahhing… but not in a nice way. We all laid down and the next thing I knew some ratty little bastard pushed me off Humpty and stole it. I cried and pointed at the pint sized felon but was told to hush up and go to sleep.

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I don’t remember what happened later, though I’m sure my mother gave the teacher a good tongue lashing…but even after Humpty was returned the next day, preschool was never my happy place again.

How about you?

What’s your very first memory….

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Warning – you will be required to count. If that’s too much math early in the morning, please return later this afternoon.

Today’s exercise will prove how old you are.

Out of the 20 things listed, how many have you personally experienced?

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Clearly I’m old as dirt because I’m 19 for 20… and the only reason it isn’t 20? I never owned a Walkman. Though the husband did and used it when jogging.

Talk about cumbersome tech!

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How about you?

What’s your outdated, no longer in existence number…

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And this time… bring your appetite.

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Would you choose a rich and creamy clam chowder?

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A traditional lobster roll?

(Chilled with mayonnaise or warm with butter on a grilled hot dog bun are the only acceptable choices. No celery, no lettuce, and god forbid no garlic aioli. It’s simple and delicious the way it is, don’t mess with perfection.)

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A full lobster dinner with drawn butter, corn and steamed clams?

(Beer optional, but highly recommended)

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A scrumptious slice of wild blueberry pie?

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Or a perfectly decadent homemade Whoopie pie?

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What’s first on your list?

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It’s not required, by why else would you be here on a Friday ?

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My knee is throbbing with pain, Lord Dudley Mountcatten just raced off the linoleum to vomit on the carpet and I tried to have a bowl of cereal this morning but the milk had turned.

Number 9 for me.

It’s going to be one of those days.

How about you?

Pick a Lucille.

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