A long, long time ago… There is something about the 50’s that seemed so idyllic. Growing up, I was so fascinated by what I thought the 50’s represented. Every mother a June. Every father a Ward. I remember longing for the milk and cookies scenario after school. I know that the time was far from perfect, but it seemed so innocent.
But February made me shiver. And we were singing…
Bye, Bye Miss American Pie
Oo-ee-oo I look just like Buddy Holly.
Side Note: American Pie was number one on the music charts the week I was born. It’s such a song rife with meaning and just one of the coolest songs of all time.