Phil Lynott ...(Thin Lizzy) A Black Dublin Native Irishman and guitar genius. Rory Gallagher, another Irish Jimi Hendrix. Like most music genius guitarists, gone too soon. They all seem to leave this life at right around 27 years old??!! Is there something magic about 27? Most seem to be painfully introverted and couldn't perform onstage or in life without a bottle of whiskey, Janis and Southern Comfort, or a shot in the arm. Just like a personal loss in our own lives, they have left us some great memories: first concert, first kiss, first touchy-feely in the bushes or the back seat!!?? LOL... First love. I hear Diana Ross and I am instantly back in that bedroom in Putney London with my first love, Denise.
A California band, Train, has a whole new set of memories for me since I lost the absolute love of my life, Kitty. When I hear that music, I'm instantly in her Toyota coming over Highway 17 from Santa Cruz to San Jose. The kids in the back seat singing along, the little dog (Lucky) howling to the singing in the back seat. Kitty singing along, and me singing and steering around some terrifying corners in the steep descent from the summit of the Santa Cruz Mountains. Kitty couldn't really drink and I don't. I would get her a Margarita at the beach. She would drink a little bit of it and get into a singing mood. No matter how sad I feel about losing Kitty, that memory brings a smile to my face. I am with the kiddies this week and we can talk about their mom, Kitty, and smile about the good days. Kitty must have been whispering to come this week. I was here yesterday and Kitty's daughter called in a panic. On her way to a childcare job, another car sideswiped her car and took off without stopping. Their rim hit her bumper and her tire and busted it, so she was stranded on a very quiet stretch of road not knowing what to do, crying and worried that she would be hit again. I got an Uber and went to rescue her. I changed the wheel for the tiny little Mickey Mouse spare and took her to have a new one put on. Their only real contact is Kitty's sister and she is in Nebraska right now, so she would really have panicked if I hadn't been here. Both kids have a bit of ADHD and autism to a lesser degree, so I like to keep an eye on them. When Kitty would worry about them, especially if Kitty was not here for them, I always told her that they could depend on me to be there if they need a shoulder to lean on. They are such smart, sweet kids but quite immature, so they have become my baby sister and brother...in our eyes. Fran called the family she was to work with and told them but forgot to call her manager. She got a very rude text from the manager who never even asked how she was doing or if she was injured, never mentioned anything except to angrily tell her she "broke protocol". by calling the family she was going to work for and not the manager...what the fuck (excuse my French... LOL) is that supposed to mean. Protocol should be to ask if your sweet kind employee is OK, injured, traumatized...etc. Manager was upset because she might lose 50 or 100 bucks for missing the appointment, who gives a damn about possible broken bones and mental trauma after a hit and run!!!
People can be such fucking assholes.
OK, rant is over for now. I feel better now.