Lyle Lofgren wrote:
> Suppose you're playing and/or singing in public, and, just as the last
> notes re-echo to your ears, God calls you home (painlessly, of
> course), so after that, people will say that you "keeled over right
> after fini****ng X", where X = the answer to my question.
>
> Lyle
I've thought about this and, every time I'm about to answer, it dawns on
me that God's a busy guy/gal at the moment and doesn't have a lot of
time to spend on me (although I don't feel ignored!). It struck me that
supposed God was thinking, "Gee, there's ol' Jer there. He's been good
lately. I wonder if there's anything he really wants... [Yes, I realize
s/he's all knowing.]" And God sees this post...
So, I realized that if I were to fill in X, I'd never dare play it
again, at least, not unless I were looking for a One Way Ticket To The
Sky. So, Lyle, if we ever have the good fortune to cross paths,
*please* don't play "The Georgia Hobo", at least not the Cofer Brothers'
version! :-)
--Jerry
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