…Now, the first of December was covered with snow
So was the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston
Though the Berkshires seemed dreamlike on account of that frostin’
With ten miles behind me and ten thousand more to go
James Taylor’s album Sweet Baby James was the soundtrack of 1970-71 the year I moved away from home to Arlington, Texas. And that verse especially-- “the first of December” – belongs to a time when my soon-to-be husband (and later ex-) and I would get into the big yellow Ford pickup and drive into downtown Dallas to see what we could do with no money. (Gas was about $.20/gal.)
Lord, the combination of optimism and cluelessness that we possessed …
That was fifty years ago. My cluelessness is gone, and alas, my optimism has become acceptance, even resignation.
I can remember the Sweet Baby James feeling, though, when I hear that song.