“Whistling in the dark,
I see the lights all over town,
And I keep walking up and down,
While I am whistling in the dark.”
~ Bert Ambrose, Whistling in the Dark
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
heartsong
Labels:
Carl Armerding,
listening,
memory,
photography,
radio,
typecast,
writing
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1 comment:
A subtle essay. Radio songs are literally ethereal, aren't they? -- reminders traveling through the ether, as they used to say...
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