By Jim Hagarty
Here is a song I am working on. I wrote it a few years ago about a friend from my earlier life. The last time I saw her was through my rear-view mirror. She was waving goodbye as I drove away from her place in Vancouver. This is a very raw version. Great guitar work and production by my friend Earl Filsinger. I don’t really have a name for this song but for now will call it Song for Nancy.
I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.
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