I recently bought the Johnny Cash Stamps at the post office – yes I still do post snail mail. Usually I stick (sic) to the sweet stamps – pretty flowers, seasonal greetings, words of wisdom etc.. This time I was attracted to a young Johnny’s visage and attitude aptly styled in black and white. So now every time I reach for his likeness on the stamp – I stomp around and introduce myself:
“Hello, I’m Johnny Cash” and no matter what is happening I stop what I’m doin, start singin’ and swingin’ and dancin to:
“I hear the train a comin…
it’s rollin round the bend
and I ain’t seen the sunshine
since I don’t know when…”
(lyrics from Folsom Prison Blues)
The dog starts howlin (in pain I think) and we’re off down the tracks… next up – lyrics from Busted
“My bills are all do
and the babies need shoes
but I’m busted…
Sometimes we change the words (the dog and me) to:
My house needs to be cleaned
and the dog lost her bone
but I’m dusted…
The grass needs a mowin
and I’m prayin for rain
because I’m dusted
Time to go to work
but I keep rockin and rollin
oh yea I’ m dusted
lololololololololol
All because I went to mail a letter. And if you can imagine this – I learned from my mom who channels and air-guitars her own inner Elvis: “You ain’t nothin but a hound dog…”
Thanks Johnny – you are one of the greats.
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milestone
aging into
childhood
ag ~ 2013