I’ve been singing this lately as I clean, or fold clothes, or cut the 1,000th Box Tops For Education cardboard square. It’s not exactly a happy working song, but I find it sort of soothing, and sort of sad.
Years gone by and still
Words don’t come easily
Like forgive me
Forgive me
I had this song on a cassette tape that a rideshare girl made me in college. We listened to the same mix tapes of Tracy Chapman and Fleetwood Mac over and over again on a 14-hour drive – both ways – between Notre Dame and Connecticut during my freshman year. That was 100 years ago. Her name was Sherry and I am embarrassed to realize that I don’t remember her last name. I am forever grateful to her for the music, and for my lifelong love of turkey subs with a little mayo, some lettuce, and a sprinkling of black pepper.
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