“Golden Slumbers, Fill Your Eyes”

Sky Walker

It is 6:15 in Texas, another Friday night spent alone so I am here with coffee mug in hand injecting copious amounts of caffeine into my veins.

In a short time I will be on the treadmill pretending I look athletic and graceful instead of large, lumbering beast of a man. A video on YouTube is playing  some cuts off of Abbey Road (Golden Slumbers / Carry That Weight / The End) and I am lost in the  words and thoughts about people and places far and near.

Once there was a way,
To get back homeward.

Once there was a way
To get back home.

Sleep, pretty darling,
Dot not cry
And I will sing a lullaby.”

Lost in thought more lyrics drift by and I wonder how many other people have been caught by them. My mind says, “it is The Beatles man, millions have done or are doing what you are right now.”

“Boy, you’re gonna carry that weight
Carry that weight a long time
Boy, you’re gonna carry that weight
Carry that weight a long time”

In the midst of my reverie some guy who sounds like me reminds me of potential legal ramifications of including lyrics in my posts. I turn in my seat ready to discuss the intricacies of fair use and to make a claim for for why I should be allowed to do so but the voice that argues with me is inside my head so there is really no need to turn at all.

Mindless or Mindful Wanderings About The Evolution of Pop Culture

I think I saw Parenthood on a date, but I really don’t remember. I know it came out in 1989 and that I still thought of Ron Howard as Ritchie Cunningham or Opie. Definitely wasn’t a director in my mind.

Anyhoo, a few weeks ago while channel surfing I came across it and watched a big chunk of the movie. Thought about how sad it was that the scene below wasn’t very funny anymore because it had transitioned from outrageous to possible.

I played around with devoting an entire post to the topic. Read the top part of this post and thought about how the first part seems kind of weak to me and that I could strengthen the post by deleting all that.

And then I decided to keep it because I write first for me and then for you.  I wanted to keep the first section because there is something worth saving there and when I thought about what is worth saving I remembered my Big Wheel.

Thought about what would happen if I could go back in time and preserve my favorite toys. What would happen if I could go back and keep them forever.

Wondered if memory makes them seem sweeter or if I really was that cool. Man, I rode my Big Wheel everywhere, sometimes I miss it.

When you find the right thing to ride you never want to let go.

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