Whenever I hear this song, I think of that sweet movie. What a wonderful, poignant, truthful depiction of boyhood and friendship.I also think of my cousin. This was her song, the song she and her new husband danced to at their wedding. Alas, they are no longer married.I think we all feel alone in the midst of our belonging. I think that aloneness strikes us more keenly in a wilderness, in a forest, a desert, near an ocean.I've always felt that I was my truest self when wandering through the woods, or standing at the ocean's edge. I guess I should strive to find my way back to one or both of those places. Happy holidays to you, friend.
I love the movie as well. Have never read any Stephen King, but I certainly love some of screenplays adapted from his novels (Shawshank Redemption, Stand By Me, Misery). No matter how many times I've heard the song, I always think of that night--my little ones asleep in the back seat, my husband driving, on our way back to Lancaster after spending two days in LA and San Diego. We were not too far east of LA. It was late, and there was not much traffic on the interstate. We were above the valley, and the lights were so beautiful from that vantage point. And I felt so happy to be alive and to be spending time out there with grandmother, who was one of the kindest, most loving people I have ever known. And to have my beautiful children asleep in the back. And to hear Ben E sing this. Happy holidays to you, too, Laurel. I raised my glass yesterday to those we have lost this year and to those who have lost one of their loved ones. Keeping you and yours in my thoughts.
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