Have you ever been driving down the road listening to the radio you hear a song, and all of a sudden realize that for 40 years you have been singing the wrong words to one of your favorite songs?
It has happened to me on several occasions. I know Iím not alone in this, but it sure makes you feel like you are.
Music is a big part of our lives. Bill and I both enjoy all sorts of music, but thatís where the similarities stop. He knows who the recording artist is, what year they made the song famous, the lead singer and on and on. If you ever play trivia Bill is your man for the music category. I usually have to ask ďwhat group is that?Ē
So I guess it is no surprise that I sing the wrong lyrics for 40 years and donít even know it.
We were at my momís house the other day and in one of her closets I found a very old† 8-track tape deck, and it still worked, and on top of that there were a lot of 8-track tapes to play.
We had the best time putting them in and listening to them. Needless to say Bill was in heaven.
You have music and an old piece of history that still plays the tapes. When we got ready to leave my mom wanted Bill to have it because she knew he would appreciate the sentimental value and would of course take care of it.
He was like a kid on Christmas morning, and all I could think about was where in the world are we going to put that relic.
I figure my dad was smiling down at us, because he was a lover of music, and certainly would have still been listening to it today if he were still here.
We still arenít sure where it will displayed but if you want to hear some old 8-track tapes come on over!
(Chris Zimmerman is the publisher of the Cherokee County News-Advocate. She can be emailed at firstname.lastname@example.org. Comment on this and other articles at www.sekvoice.com.)