Can't Trust This Day

I was driving this morning to my favorite classic rock station -- and by that I mean music from the ’60s and ’70s -- when the station played Collective Soul’s “Shine” … From 1994.

Granted, I’ve noticed the station inserting a few more songs from artists and bands I ran with in high school, like REM and Tom Petty (without the Heartbreakers) and The Cranberries … I love all that music ...

But when they start referring to that stuff as classic rock … I know I’m getting older.

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I was leaving our church tonight, having picked up Phoebe so Kates could run her children’s choir rehearsal …

The church lies along a narrow neighborhood street that’s almost always lined with cars on both streets …

As usual, I opened the car door in and bent inside to buckle in Phoebe, my legs clearly protruding onto the road …

When all of a sudden, I hear a car pull up alongside and the driver lays on its horn …

“Excuse me!” yells a young woman, who couldn’t have been more than 20 years old. “Can you shut your door!?”

A few more seconds and I would have had Phoebe buckled and moved out of the way. I duck out of the car and blurt out, “Can you hold on a second …”

But before I could say or do anything else, she was yelling a word that rhymes with ship and bulldozing her way through the street, barely missing me and my car door.

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Today is George Bush’s last day in the Presidential office …

As we look back on the last eight years, I thought it was appropriate to post this bit that David Letterman did a while back …