: my new nemesis :

HEAR-HEAR!

the whirly girl

Earbuds. Specifically, the cords.

I listen to music quite a bit, it keeps me sane. Now, fyi, I lean heavily toward hard rock — Van Halen, Eric Clapton, Aerosmith, Styx, Whitesnake — and I don’t skimp on the volume. You can hear me coming from blocks away when I’m in the car, even in the winter. I crank up the volume and sing along at the top of my lungs. Like many drivers, I assume no one’s watching and get carried away. I dance, play air drums, sing backup, sing lead, act the fool. It’s fun and I’ve no pride, so it works out well.

Except indoors. Indoors I have neighbors and they don’t share my love for headbanging music. Or my abiding fondness for loud classical music, either, come to think of it. Therein lies the need for earbuds; I am nothing if not thoughtful. Most of the time…

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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