My husband Murray was born in 1968. Even though he can’t remember anything before 1975 , he’s very adamant that he’s a child of the sixties. It gets into your molecular structure, he says.
If that’s the case, I’m a child of the sixties, too. Born in 1971. All the molecules floating through the air (that is, he says, where the hippie molecules live) didn’t change themselves that quick.
I was bird dogging his stumbling today and we found a website that tells you what song was #1 in Canada, UK, or USA on a given date.**
“Hey Jude” was #1 on his birthday. It just seemed to fit. “Hey Jude. Don’t make it bad. Take a sad song and make it better.” So groovy and mellow and positive.
I was really hoping as he typed in my birthday that it would be something equally cool.
“It’s Too Late” by Carole King. So much for that theory.
**But he stumbled away before he gave it the thumbs up. Then he refused to go back, so I don’t know the link. Will have to find it.
I'm Taylor. This is my classroom. There used to be a "real" teacher behind this blog, but she nagged me all the time about not saying this and not saying that. ~all she ever did was type anyway, since my fingers are stuck together~ So I've taken over.
Yes, I'm an imitation Barbie knock-off doll. What of it? Barbie's got nothing on me! Let me take you to school.