“Rambling around this dirty old town singing for nickels and dimes”
These days in the time of our modern era Great Depression hardships, it’s hard to find a way to relax and decompress from the anxiety we all face. The nation is clearly at turmoil over money, war, poverty, unemployment and the daily grind of those who do find themselves with a job. But clearly, we all must seek a way to cope without using detrimental extremes.
This morning I heard FedEx truck pull up in front of my condo and thought, oh, somebody in building must have gotten a package. Suddenly a bang was heard on my door and I realized, I got the package. Standing before me was a FedEx driver with a decent size box. After signing the necessary transaction documents I bid adieu to the delivery man.
The wonder of opening the unexpected box found me with two luscious bottles of wine from the Rosenthal Malibu Estates /Surfrider Wines. (They can be found online here http://www.rosenthalestatewines.com ) WOW! A beautiful bottle 2008 Sauvignon and 2008 Muscat. What a surprise!
This makes it about the 6th bottle of wine my loving sister has shipped me of various types within the past few months. What a sis! and in time for my birthday upcoming. What a way to unwind!
Depression? Recession? I don’t have a clue what everybody’s talking about! I’m sipping, smiling and humming’ to an old song a recollect. Below is the lyrics to folk singer Tom Paxton’s song “Bottle of Wine”. More on this folk icon at http://tompaxton.com .
Salud!
BOTTLE OF WINE (Tom Paxton)
Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine, when you gonna let me get sober. leave me alone. Let me go home. Let me go home and start over.
Rambling around this dirty old town singing for nickels and dimes. Times getting’ rough. I can’t get enough to buy me a little bottle of wine. Well, little hotel, older than hell, cold as the dark in the mine. Light so dim, I had to grin, I got me a little bottle of wine.
Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine, when you gonna let me get sober. leave me alone. Let me go home. Let me go home and start over.
Well, the preacher will preach and the teacher will teach. The miner will dig in the mine. I ride the rods, trusting in God, huggin’ my little bottle of wine. Well, pain in my head, bugs in my bed, pants so old that they shine. Out on the street, I tell the people I meet to buy me a little bottle of wine.
Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine, when you gonna let me get sober. leave me alone. Let me go home. Let me go home and start over.
Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine, when you gonna let me get sober.
You can check Tom singin’ his song on youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=Mx-7EturlNs
David Lear 