Hope you get well, Randy Travis.
One of my favorite Travis tunes.
I still like this song, even though it reminds me of a relationship gone very badly. (not the song; it's about a long-lasting love, but it was on the charts when we were dating) The woman was a huge Travis fan and it was a long while after the breakup before I could listen to him again. His previous hits remind me of just after my divorce a few years earlier; I'd go to the bar and sit and nurse a few beers and play "Diggin' Up Bones" and "On the Other Hand" on the jukebox...and go home alone.
My mom called me on a Sunday after one of those nights at the bar. "Where were you last night?" she asked. "Dad and I went out to eat and wanted to take you out." When I told her I was at the bar, she wondered "Why were you there? You don't hardly drink!" I told her I was hoping to meet a woman there. "Oh Michael," she sniffed in only the way mothers do when they WANT to chew you out but don't. "You won't meet a nice woman in a bar. You should go to church, meet one there." I allowed as that was probably the right thing to do. (and mommas are always right; even if they're not, you certainly don't tell them they aren't) Somehow I doubted I would meet the type of woman I really wanted to meet - at that point in my life - in church, but what the heck?
So, I started going with them to a small church they attended. ("small" is almost too generous - the entire family, my sister, her sons and their families went one Sunday and we nearly tripled the attendance) There WERE some single women that went to the church, too.
I think the youngest one was around 70 yrs. old.
One of my favorite Travis tunes.
I still like this song, even though it reminds me of a relationship gone very badly. (not the song; it's about a long-lasting love, but it was on the charts when we were dating) The woman was a huge Travis fan and it was a long while after the breakup before I could listen to him again. His previous hits remind me of just after my divorce a few years earlier; I'd go to the bar and sit and nurse a few beers and play "Diggin' Up Bones" and "On the Other Hand" on the jukebox...and go home alone.
My mom called me on a Sunday after one of those nights at the bar. "Where were you last night?" she asked. "Dad and I went out to eat and wanted to take you out." When I told her I was at the bar, she wondered "Why were you there? You don't hardly drink!" I told her I was hoping to meet a woman there. "Oh Michael," she sniffed in only the way mothers do when they WANT to chew you out but don't. "You won't meet a nice woman in a bar. You should go to church, meet one there." I allowed as that was probably the right thing to do. (and mommas are always right; even if they're not, you certainly don't tell them they aren't) Somehow I doubted I would meet the type of woman I really wanted to meet - at that point in my life - in church, but what the heck?
So, I started going with them to a small church they attended. ("small" is almost too generous - the entire family, my sister, her sons and their families went one Sunday and we nearly tripled the attendance) There WERE some single women that went to the church, too.
I think the youngest one was around 70 yrs. old.
