A westbound 747


It never rains in Southern California

Got on board a westbound 747
Didn’t think before deciding what to do
Ooh, that talk of opportunities
TV breaks and movies
Rang true
Sure rang true

Seems it never rains in southern California
Seems I’ve often heard that kind of talk before
It never rains in California
But girl don’t they warn ya
It pours, man it pours

Out of work, I’m out of my head
Out of self respect, I’m out of bread
I’m underloved, I’m underfed, I wanna go home

It never rains in California
But girl don’t they warn ya
It pours, man it pours

Will you tell the folks back home I nearly made it
Had offers but didn’t know which one to take
Please don’t tell ’em how you found me
Don’t tell ’em how you found me
Gimme a break, give me a break

Blue convertible


Working at the bank was great. Not always super rewarding but still great. Being needed is nice. Bringing home the dough and being the provider is nice. Being in the loop is nice. Very nice. Essential actually.

Losing the job at the bank was not great. Not super scary but still not great. Hoped for a while that something else would introduce itself but it didn’t. En contraire, as the French banker says.

Everything good in life excused itself. Credit disappeared first. House loans did not. Wife and children did. As did bowling team, Rotary brothers and congregation. Unanswered faith did not. Hope, self-esteem and confidence did. The blue convertible did. Despair did not. Teeth did. Ulcer did not.

Within half a year the loop consisted of new affiliates, all with an acronym diagnosis. And drugs. And insomnia.

Did set up new living quarters under the driveway. Bit on the chilly side in winter but nice and cool during summer. Not far from the old job actually. Sometimes I go over there and look at myself in the mirroring windows.