Ever done something that sounded like a song lyric?

[Sublight]

I saw a sumo wrestler ordering a Fillet-o-Fish at Micky D’s.

And his hair was perfect.

[brujaja]

I met a man in Hollywood, now, I’m not naming names.
He put me through some changes, Lord…
Sorta like Jesse James…

Oh, wait a minute. I’ve never been to Hollywood. But I have met men.

I guess no one gets the thing about Rich Street. sigh

[kaylasdad99]

There’s a place in the food court of the Santa Ana Main Place Mall (they can call it Westfield, but I’m damned if I’m going to) called Paradise Bakery.

I was walking through with my family a few weeks ago, and this cute little girl, three years old, was so startled to see Valor that she promptly sat down on the floor, right in front of me. She held onto her big cookie though, which was a problem for her. Try as she might, she just couldn’t stand up again, while holding onto the cookie. I offered her my hand, to help her up, and she had to look over toward her mommy to see if it was all right to take this strange man’s hand. Mommy smiled at her, to indicate that it was okay, and she should say “Thank you.”

Which she did; then she patted Valor (with kaylasmom’s permission of course) and waved bye-bye to us, and joined her mother at their table.

And that’s the story of how I gave my hand, to a stranger in Paradise…

[Balance]

@brujaja

I guess no one gets the thing about Rich Street. sigh

I get it, I think. For that matter, I even have a voice to go with it. In my head, I hear Bob Seger singing it in a sort of slow, reflective way.

I’ve done what you’re talking about a time or two, but I can’t call to mind the exact circumstances. I’m more likely to get striking bits of narrative or description, instead–life through the lens of a mystery writer.

[Nzinga_Seated]

@HazelNutCoffee

Once I

“missed the last bus out of Glastonbury”

while backpacking 'round England.

It could be from a song about the Glastonbury music festival they have every summer. (Not that I’ve ever been.)

You backpacked 'round England?! Wow. So this is what intense envy tastes like…not nearly as bitter as I would have guessed.

[Ellen_Cherry]

@kaylasdad99

There’s a place in the food court of the Santa Ana Main Place Mall (they can call it Westfield, but I’m damned if I’m going to) called Paradise Bakery.

I was walking through with my family a few weeks ago, and this cute little girl, three years old, was so startled to see Valor that she promptly sat down on the floor, right in front of me. She held onto her big cookie though, which was a problem for her. Try as she might, she just couldn’t stand up again, while holding onto the cookie. I offered her my hand, to help her up, and she had to look over toward her mommy to see if it was all right to take this strange man’s hand. Mommy smiled at her, to indicate that it was okay, and she should say “Thank you.”

Which she did; then she patted Valor (with kaylasmom’s permission of course) and waved bye-bye to us, and joined her mother at their table.

And that’s the story of how I gave my hand, to a stranger in Paradise…

This is way less poetic, but every time I’m driving through Western Kentucky I pass Paradise and I simply must break into song:

And daddy won’t you take me back to Muhlenberg County
Down by the Green River where Paradise lay
Well, I’m sorry my son, but you’re too late in asking
Mister Peabody’s coal train has hauled it away

It would probably make a more interesting story if I weren’t looking at precisely the Paradise John Prine was singing about. But anyway, it’s awfully satisfying to belt out, “down by the Green River where Paradise lay” in the middle of a boring trip down a deserted strip of parkway.