Freedom’s not just another word

I fell in love with a girl singing Janis Joplin’s version of Me and Bobby McGee at a coffee house open mic night many, many years ago. Every time I hear the song now, I smile a big goofy grin.

I didn’t date her or even talk to her. Falling in love with women who sing rock songs is just a thing I do.

It’s nice to spontaneously smile every now and then.

Punch out

I keep leaving words out of sentences when I type this afternoon. It must be time to hang it all up for the week.

(I had to read this post three times to make sure didn’t forget something.)