Inquire, Inspire, Aspire
Driving around town, my car turned into a time machine and reversed me back 20 years … 25 years … 
30 years … 35 years. Stop!
There she is, standing in front of her old stomping grounds at the mall. The Triumph song rings in her head , “She’s young now, she’s wild now, she wants to be free … “ They wrote that song about her. She’s sure of it.
Her boyfriend drives up. She climbs into his 1975 Toyota Corolla where the stereo speakers blare, Jukebox Hero.
by L. Virelli
A tale taken from my real life diary.
Howie Dewin, 1 … Howie Dewin, 2 … Dick Tator.
I typed the strange names into a computer at work—hotel reservations for several different people. Tension knit between my brows. Who on earth used such ridiculous names?
During another era, in a different century, I got to meet my idol. I was nineteen years old. For a long time now, I’ve wanted to write a story about it but wasn’t sure I had enough material.
I wrote a diary when I was younger (now I’m young, then I was younger), and figured I must’ve written about it in there.
Those of you who have read me before, know that I’m a rocker chick. A rocker chick without any tattoos, and who doesn’t go after the rock boys (at least not in a few decades).
Rock music has got me in a strangle hold, baby, and I’m going to keep on lovin’ it because this weekend I was rockin’ in paradise. In case you didn’t recognize that sentence, there are three different song titles in it from three different bands.
… my wayward son
There’ll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don’t you cry no more.
Here are the lyrics to the song I referred to in my Wednesday post, my favorite of all time by the band Kansas. The spirituality of the lyrics and power in the music, has always moved me. Anyone else care to share their favorites of all time in a comment below?
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