Somewhere, between GoodwillBooks.com and me, are two CD’s by Laura Nyro.
On “First Songs” is “He’s a Runner”. A Sister In Law explained there was also a female version, literally on the road. In my case, it was a motel bar in St. Louis, while hellish lonely in a loveless marriage. I met the female version.
The other Laura Nyro CD has “Wedding Bells Blues”. My father, a tough guy with Capital T, was a ginormous fan of my late Sweetheart. And told her on a Saturday afternoon visit, at the kitchen table, over a Bourbon and Beer, “If he doesn’t marry you soon, throw him out!”. And he meant it!
So, not long after, about 3 AM, in bed together, I proposed – and it scared her -got a high pitched feeble “Yes”. And later, in Cocoa Beach, we were married by a Notary Public in the Managers Office of a Ramada Inn – completely legal! And it lasted till death did part us. We were very lucky.
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