i drive a little german truck with a really clear stereo radio that sometimes lets me hear musical details i'd never noticed in over forty years
but it has an annoying habit of jumping stations whenever a stronger local signal tempts it
on may day morning at six o clock i was just trundling into the dreary industrial estates on the south side of gatwick airport and the first golden sunbeams came flooding across the street to bring up every texture and colour in the few lovely trees
as i swung through a little roundabout, the radio jumped stations again and suddenly the young bob dylan was singing mr tambourine man as if he stood next to me
these things can pick your heart up and hurl it head over heels into the golden past
tears came in to my eyes
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Thank you for these two poigant stories - this one and your last post.
...You were 'touched by an Angel'...which you deserve, for having pointed at a Rainbow....For even the greatest sinner is worthy of Redemption...or as Bob Himself might put it,
'...there's always a reason...
why someone's life has been saved...'
usw
although i haven't yet got around to murder, i sometimes feel as if i've been on a runaway toboggan ride through the seven deadlies ...
'these things can pick your heart up and hurl it head over heels into the golden past'
Oh yes!
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