I just made it down to Jacksonville. On my drive to the sunshine state, I did lots of talking on the phone, but when I couldn’t get anyone on the line to entertain me, I listened to some old tunes from my iTunes library, and you’d better believe I sang along.

One of the songs that came up was Bree Sharp’s “David Duchovny.” Back in my karaoke heyday, at Joey’s and Lamasco, that was one of my standards. It got me feeling nostalgic for friends that have been in my life when I needed them, even those I no longer keep in touch with often enough– from Joel (a.k.a., the Bandit to my Smokey) to Ron (who never knew a challenge song he didn’t like) to Lisa (my partner in Jax). Although I really, really don’t think I’m as good as I once thought I was, belting it out in the car was just as fun as it was when I was young enough to not care enough to be self-conscious.

Maybe I’ll grab a mic again some day. If I do, maybe I’ll be joined by some of my old comrades. And “American Pie” will never sound so bad, or so good.

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