Those were the days my friend
We thought they’d never end
We’d sing and dance forever and a day
We’d live the life we choose
We’d fight and never lose
For we were young and sure to have our way.
Hello, hello, hello, all you rock ‘n’ rollers all over the world! I’m getting ready to leave for Armand’s in Little Italy. I’ve been puttering around the apartment all morning, fiddling with the number of posts on the front page and wondering what I’m going to blog about today and now it’s the afternoon.
Well, earlier this week I got a Christmas card from my old bass player. We were in a band together 30 or so years ago when I wanted to make a living singing rock ‘n’ roll. We practiced for one year, played all originals but never played out. The band folded and that was the end of any hope I had about actually being a front man for a working band. It was like the fifth band I was in.
But the bass player, he brought a woman friend to several of our practices and now she’s his wife and they have four kids, sends me a Christmas card every year. And I send him and his family a New Year’s card every year. He and his family live in Vermont. He’s a professor at some college.
Now I’m going to post this and stroll into Little Italy to get a card and to see what’s going on at Armand’s.
This is Guy Hogan reporting for the Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette, the City of Pittsburgh’s only magazine of commentaries, culture, movie reviews, sexy stories and topless women.
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