Chris' Christian Blog

April 24, 2020

Prompt: "Write a post inspired by this word: Music"

I don't listen to much music anymore, basically because there is nothing that I like. There is a little that I can tolerate, but most is simply garbage. If I was to listen to music it would be oldies country or oldies rock. The problem with them is that I've heard all the songs so many times I'm burned out on them.

I do like listening to Big Al Downing, a country singer who died in the 90's. My cousin was his steel guitar player and my cousin is the best in the world. He has played professionally since we were children and he can make that pedal steel sing to you. The following link has one of his songs.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OyScxrRweUw

Steel guitar I could listen to all day, but then I am an old country hick hillbilly type. I was raised around pedal steel guitar, acoustic guitar, and rhythm guitar. I guess I'm use to it.

Prompt: "I was listening to a song by Tim McGraw about spending time at his childhood home and all the things he swore he'd never miss at the time but did. What do you miss that you swore you wouldn't? (example: wiggling your toes in a stream, or making mud pies)"

I always swore that I would never miss floods that occurred every year, and living so far out in the country that God had to pump in sunshine just to sustain us. I swore I'd never miss not having running water or at least not having an indoor bathroom. I always swore I would never miss walking a mile to catch the school bus every morning. I always swore that and guess what...I still swear it.

Prompt: "What do you think that noise was in the middle of the night coming from below? Describe it. If you didn't hear it, but your faithful dog (cat) alerted you, are you concerned?"

No. I live at the West Virginia Veterans Home with eighty other guys. Somebody is always wake milling around. If it isn't one of the guys it security or some other staff. It may even be a train. The tracks are just below me and trains pass through every few minutes. It's when things don't go "bump" in the night that I worry.