Harry: I can't believe we drove around all day, and there's not a single job in this town. There is nothing, nada, zip!
Lloyd: Yeah! Unless you wanna work forty hours a week.
Harry: Maybe we should just check out
Matt's YouTubes
Son: I just sent you an email. Check it out when you get a sex.
Son: Ooops, that’s sec.
Pops: Yeah, I hope to get a sex tonight.
Son: Ewwwhh! Good luck with that.
Pops: Gross, huh?
Son: Yeah, way too much information.
Pops: Don’t ask, don’t tell.
Son: Hahaha
Pops: Well, I hope you and Melissa ‘get a sec’ tonight.
Son: Hahahaha
Not wanting to hear another one of dad’s reggae/dub mixes, son Garrett quickly plugged his i-Phone into the car stereo. I’m usually receptive to his soundtrack given our shared, eclectic tastes in music. I even figured he’d turn me onto some cutting edge alternative or hip hop artist.
“Poor old Grandad”, crooned Rod Stewart and the Faces to my disbelief.
Whoa, the good stuff from the seventies just endures!
Here are two clips of two Rons doing two very different versions of Ooh La La.... sorry, Rod for excluding yours & by the way, Riverdance wants their choreography back. Both of the Ron versions (they co-wrote the Faces tune) are amazing; yet for me, the wistful Ronnie Lane performance resonates as the most profound and bittersweet.
