Backpedalling...

It seems I have committed a most heinous social faux pas.
Oh,not as bad as Beyonce's unfortunate slight of Aretha,when she announced Tina Turner during the Grammy's as,'The Queen'..but still.

St. Valentine's day is on the morrow and even I,in my sublime singlehood,turn my thoughts to flights of romance...
What exactly is this romance thing,about which we make such a blushed and furious fuss?
Candy?,flowers?,great weights of precious gems to adorn our egos,and impress our neighbors with our newly glistening digits?..(baby toes notwithstanding)..

Well don't ya know,I think not.

I think that romance happens in the long run.In the myriad and marvelous sacrifices that pass unnoticed between lovers..You know,..people who love each other,in whatever fashion suits their spirit.

Bob and weave,tuck and roll,give and take.
And every so often,agree to disagree.
Sure and certain in the knowledge that you will love,and be loved in return.

Oh!..Back to my unfortunate slight.
The version of 'Come a little bit closer' I played yesterday,rightfully belongs to the amazing Mr. Marty Robbins..No doubt.
So,I went out and about in an effort to find his rendition of that song..No dice.

Then serendipity reared its romantic head.



El Paso..Marty Robbins.
That's some old school romance,right there!