We try to dodge the harshness of life. We expect to only bloom in good conditions.
Cupid’s arrow found its target and we married. Sixty-six years later we still fizz with the magic,
‘I might be onto something here,’ Les’s voice broke the quiet afternoon
He smiled, wiped the sweat from this brow, raised his bow to quiet us, and then he said - not boastfully, but in a quiet, pensive, reverent tone - "You know, sometimes it is the artist's task to find out how much music you can still make with what you have left."
Turning twenty-one meant I reached adulthood. I would be given a stylized and decorated key and a big party. It meant being able to enter the pub, vote, and be independent. It was a tradition looked forward to with anticipation by the rich or poor.