On the way to workout Tuesday, I heard Dolly Parton’s righteous version of Bob Seger’s “Night Moves,” with help from Chris Stapleton.
More than a half century on, it still cut to the core.
Still now I’m “tryin’ to lose those awkward teenage blues.”
Almost fresh, the missed moments of “tryin’ to make some front page drive in news” roiled through me.
I dunno, you’d think I’d moved on by now.
Apparently not.
But one of the lyrics resonated more presently on Wednesday morning after.
“Workin’ on mysteries without any clues.”
I mean, where do the if-it-wasn’t-for-bad-luck-they’d-have-no-luck-at-all Louisville Cardinals go from here? Continue reading Dealing With It