When one is at the crossroads, what does one do but follow the angels?
That feather on the wing of Southwest flight 711 took me all the way out to where everyone was moving in the 60s, which were really the 70s. I was a staunch New Yorker wouldn't be caught dead moving to Lala land for something so frivolous as fabulous weather, fruits and vegetables with their nutritional content intact~ Topanga Canyon, where the Rolling Stone top 10 were moving, not me~ I'm a New Yorker "married me a record man"
Cashbox, Billboard. #30 with a bullet.(A bullet meant it was heading upwards in the charts) I drank 'cawfee' regular in a paper cup with the Parthenon on it and walked city blocks. "You can't even walk in LA , and the smog, and anyway they're always three hours behind.
" No Peter, I don't want to live in California"
"hates California it's cold and it's damp(what was that about?) that's why the lady is a tramp"
So now fast forward "when memories get mingled with regrets and I remember I said I have none, but that was when I was a puppy still and for you when I was young~ Still looking up I glance inside to avoid the limitations falling awake I'm just days away from knowing everything... And the ghosts tap on my window..."
And I am in Los Angeles three hours younger than I am in New York and the appeal, the shallow allure of lovely weather~produce, sun~ and there doesn't seem to be quite so much smog. Now there's so much diversity, so sorely missing in the 60s which were really the 70s. It was way too white for a New Yorker passing for white who still likes a coffee regular.
Right before bed!
So, I might have to drive a car!!!!!
And then what?????
Melanie let's just take it slow~
For now just call an Uber
Umm ....good coffee, good night.
Ella Fitzgerald -
I like the free, fresh wind in my hair
Life without care
I'm broke, it's oke
Hate California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp
© Richard Rodgers and Lorenz Hart