Life is a highway….

Life's like a road that you travel on
When there's one day here and the next day gone
Sometimes you bend sometimes you stand
Sometimes you turn your back to the wind

My 401K is minuscule. A tradeoff. I’ve “lived fun.” Done way too many a thing to make a buck – but, it’s been my highway. I did it my way.

There's a world outside every darkened Door
Where blues won't haunt you anymore
Where the brave are free and lovers soar
Come ride with me to the distant shore

Once dealt craps at a Casino. Buddya mine asked “do you like it?”.. “It’s like going to work at a party.” And damn near every job I’ve had has been that – like going to work at a party.

We won't hesitate break down the garden gate
There's not much left today

As a kid, once painted outbuildings for rich guy that owned tons of property that was soon to be sold to build Interstate 435 which would eventually circle the city. Painting one blue.. left for lunch.. came back.. cows had gotten into our paint. Oh chit. Fun. Funny. So, we, doing what kids would do – painted ourselves as well. Ahm, we even had “blue balls.” Life is a highway, I did it my way.

Life is a highway
I want to ride it all night long
If you're going my way
I want to drive it all night long

Through all the cities and all these towns
It's in my blood and it's all around
I love you now like I loved you then
This is the road and these are the hands

Airline work – the 80’s.. Geez Louise. Work softball team. Most work softball teams gather at the local fields, have a brew, play a game, have a brew – go home. Not us. “Where we playing this weekend?” Phoenix. Cool. Next? Vegas. I chit u not we traveled each and every weekend to a different city to play in airline worker tourneys. Life is a highway.

From mozambique to those memphis nights
The khyber pass to vancouver's lights
Knock me down get back up again
You're in my blood I'm not a lonely man

Employee nights at the Royals, at the Woodlands. At the casino. A sport’s talk trivia show. Corporate Challenge. Fun. Small 401K, large returns otherwise. I’ve always gone to work at a party. Life is a highway – I did it my way.

There's no load I can't hold
Road so rough this I know
I'll bee there when the light comes in
Tell 'em we're survivors

Owned own business. Work wasn’t work – it was cha-ching. Cha-ching was fun. Dressed how I wanted. Went in when I wanted, ‘worked’ as long as I wanted. Daily fun banter exchanges with same ole guys. Stop for a beer, if I wanted. Overtip, if I wanted. Life is a highway.

There was a distance between you and I
A misunderstanding once but now
We look it in the eye

There's no load I can't hold
Road so rough this I know
I'll be there when the light comes in
Tell 'em we're survivors

As age has happened, perhaps not quite the runner I usedta be. So, now instead, gotta be creative in finding ‘fun’. Rubberbands are easy. Co-workers know where they came from. Don’t care. I’m getting better and better with aim.

Stupid stuff like.. just before the MU-KU basketball game… sending an email to our HR Director entitled “HR ideas I’ve been thinking of for our company.. done at home with old tape recorder, please turn up sound.”.. He did. He heap big Jayhawk fan. Attached, wasn’t HR related. Twas the MU Fight song. Life is a highway, I did it my way.. all night (life) long.

When I die, dunno if dust or casket. Just know this – please don’t frown/fret. I’m there with smile – as that’s how I’ve lived my entire life. Life is a highway, I did it my way, all night (life) long.

The end. Love, Victurd.