Good morning, son I am a bird Wearing a brown polyester shirt You want a Coke? Maybe some fries? The roast beef combo’s only $9.95 It’s okay, you don’t have to pay I’ve got all the change Everybody knows It hurts to grow up And everybody does It’s so weird to be back here Let me tell you what The years go on and We’re still fighting it, we’re still fighting it And you’re so much like me I’m sorry
i title this good morning friend as i don’t have a son. i do, however, mentor people fairly regularly. and the struggles wear different clothes and come in different packages, but don’t seem to change that much. i have been listening to ben folds this morning and there is a melancholy to his words and music that is laced with light and frivolity. i hope this is what i share with you this morning my friends..
we published the Winter 2010 newsletter yesterday. you can read it at http://www.ontheten.com/
again, good morning friend… and hello weekend!