I have to start off this post by saying that the Holidays make me sentimental and this is definitely a bit on the mushy side. You have been warned!
I was out for an easy 3-mile run today. It was a bit on the chilly side - the thermometer said 35 but I think it may have been closer to 40. Regardless, it was much colder than I am used to or prefer. I said a silent prayer to the geniuses that have developed all the varieties of cold weather technical fabric. More on that in another post. So I'm running along listening to my ipod and a particular song comes on that I happen to enjoy. It's a mushy, happy song in that 80's pop rock style - think Katrina and the Waves "Walkin' on Sunshine" and you'll be in the right ballpark. The name of the song is "You're a Friend of Mine" and it's a duet by Jackson Brown and Clarence Clemons (of E Street Band Fame). No, I'm not kidding. It's about lasting friendship and it's sappy and sentimental and yet it resonates with me on a certain level. I've included the lyrics and a YouTube video. Be warned - if you don't like the saxophone and you have an aversion to the 80's then stay far away from this video.
You're a Friend of Mine
Striking out?
Well count me in
I'm gonna stand right by your side through thick or thin
Ain't no doubt
Gonna win
A walk through hell ain't bad compared to where we've been
Oh, you can depend on me
Over and over... over and over
Know that I intend to be
The one who always makes you laugh until you cry
And you can call on me until the day you die
Years may come and go
Here's one thing I know
All my life
You're a friend of mine
That argument
I can't forget
We fought so hard I don't think I've recovered yet
The girls we knew
Who thought you were cool
I never introduced my favorite ones to you
Oh, you can depend on me
Over and over... over and over
Know that I intend to be
The one who always makes you laugh until you cry
And you can call on me until the day you die
Years may come and go
Here's one thing I know
All my life
You're a friend of mine
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