Watching the Wheels
Sometimes, things just hit me in the right manner. They seem to appropriately apply, I guess you could say. Mostly it’s music, but it could be other things. A book, an article, a comic strip, a quote or quip. Even a word or sentence. Like I said, it could be anything but mostly it’s music. I’m in the van the other day which is not so unusual as I spend a great deal of time in my beloved Grand Caravan and the station plays a song I have heard countless times over the last twenty five or so years. I’ve never given it a second thought, never considered the words or the meaning. Never attempted to dissect what was going on in his head when he wrote the song.
Oh, there’s plenty of conjecture about what he meant and what he was trying to say. I’ve just never paid it any mind. Still haven’t. And probably won’t. You see, the song hit me in just the right way the other day and I was able to appreciate it’s meaning and intents for how it applies to me, to my life now. Twenty years ago it was just a cool song. Today, it does a pretty decent job of describing where I am in my life and it’s still a pretty cool song. I am a dad and this is my life.
