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I am a retired English teacher and department head, the mother of three grand mother of four, and have been married to the same man for 53 years, two years after we met at college. I taught in both middle and high schools as I really love teens and in-betweens. I was also a certified Lamaze instructor, and for a short time a volunteer chaplain at Howard County General Hospital. I am a two-time cancer survivor, ovarian (2003), and breast (2019) I was born in South Philadelphia and grew up in the 'burbs with great parents, in a bilingual household. I love soft pretzels and cheesesteaks, the Phillies, the Eagles, the Orioles, and sometimes the Ravens. I love being Mom, Aunt Kathy, Nona Kathy (Kath), and Teacher. I spend a lot of time in my gardens in the spring and summer, and in the winter I plan what I'm going to plant. I also am an avid reader, cook, photographer, lover of languages, music, and four-footed furries.

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Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Crying Bicyles

I've had another epiphany -- not unlike Lisa Kudrow's character, Phoebe Buffay on Friends when she sang Elton John's wondrous hit:  "Hold Me Closer, Tony Danza". 

Let me digress for a minute.  I began my education with thoughts of being a voice major; I have a trained voice, one that does not lend itself to pop music.  Picture/hear this:  it would be a lot like hearing Montovani playing something by Twisted Sister.  How does this relate to my epiphany?  It doesn't; I just thought I'd mention it.

Anyhoodle, as Every Day Jay says.  I recently heard Meat Loaf's song, "Two Out Of Three"-- a song I've always liked.  Thirty years later, after singing what I thought were the correct lyrics, I've finally learned the real words are, "...but you've been cold to me so long, I'm cryin' icicles instead of tears!!"  Who knew???  Well probably everyone but me.  The heck with the fact that my version didn't even make sense.

So I wonder now how many memories, how many conversations, how many facts in my own history, for that matter, are totally misconstrued; mis-remembered, skewed?  And if I misconstrue, wouldn't it stand to reason that the whole history of the world is as skewed as Emily Latella's take on things.  OY!  Could be that chrome really was built in a day.