Tonight, I sit and listen the "The Winner Takes It All" by Abba. A pretty cheesewiz song, but somehow hauntingly beautiful. It strikes me that sappy stuff, frankly, affects me. Last night I wept like a child watching Kurt Cameron in "Fireproof". Once you get past the low budget stuff, it's a very moving and inspirational film. Kurt, of course, never quite sent me to the bathroom for a tissue like that when he was the kid, in that obvious ripoff of 1980's Family Ties.
Of course, other things move me deeply these days as well. Kurt Warner's story of a struggling athlete making it into the big league (He's in the Super Bowl this year); The inauguration of America's first African American president; The death of NC State's women's BB coach, Kay Yow; The loss of my dog, Flossie; etc. The bottom line is, in my old age, I am a sap who wears my feelings like a checkered red and white set of overalls. (I don't know why I wrote that, but it just cracked me up. Sounds like Shoney's Big-Boy, to me.)
I must go and wipe my eyes now. They are moist from remembering a favorite treat of mine. A hot fudge Sunday at Shoney's near the airport. Aah.
4 comments:
I'll admit that I'm a lot more emotional now that I have a son... it's weird. But I've always cried over ABBA.
enestr: one who tears up at the sight of a birds nest.
Odd you bring up that ABBA song. I like it too, and have often wondered why.
mirensom: Lost in the sound of silence
I cry during "Dreams" by Fleetwood Mac. No idea why.
Sorry to hear about Flossie, pal.
reporsi: A queer way of saying "report."
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