With every who I meet...

I been in the right place
But it must have been the wrong time
I'd of said the right thing
But I must have used the wrong line
I been in the right trip
But I must have used the wrong car
My head was in a bad place
And I'm wondering what it's good for

Topsy turvy this world can be. Highs, lows. Sickness, health. Choices, good/bad. Hot/cold. Fast, slow. Money, lack thereof. Happy.. and sure, sadness occasionally comes to everyone. Tears, good, bad & sad. Words, wonderful, occasionally hurtful. Thankfully, life/happy seemingly wins out.

I been the right place
But it must have been the wrong time
My head was in a bad place
But I'm having such a good time
I been running trying to get hung up in my mind
Got to give myself a little talking to this time

As I moved recently, from a 3 bedroom house to an apartment.... filled a 20 cube dumpster with 'that time'... Sad? Eh, nah. You live for years and don't see/forget treasures within your own household. Some things though, once treasured, not so much any longer. Did run across one very nice treasure, spared it from the dumpster...

Just need a little brain salad surgery
Got to cure this insecurity
I been in the wrong place
But it must have been the right time
I been in the right place
But it must have been the wrong song
I been in the right vein
But it seems like the wrong arm
I been in the right world
But it seems wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong

An 8 by 10 framed picture. My mother had a massive stroke at age 57... Her left side was afflicted. The doctor termed it "if you could imagine wearing a pair of glasses, and them having a patch over the lefthand side of each lens." Handwritten, completely on the right side of this framed piece of notebook paper, is "The secret to success in life is how one deals with Plan B." Prophetic.

Slipping, dodging ,sneaking
Creeping hiding out down the street
See me life shaking with every who I meet
Refried confusion is making itself clear
Wonder which way do I go to get on out of here

Childhood. High School. College. Work. Marriage. No, it ain't been perfect, but it's been pretty damn good, even awesome.. Am I envious of a chum who retires after a long, long career at the same job? No. I'm elated for them. My own vagabond tour has afforded me meeting, working with so many wonderful people. Am I jealous of a couple that's still together after all these years? For heaven's sake, no - I graciously applaud them and am thankful I've gotten the opportunity to observe... and I'm thankful for the time (and mates) I was lucky enough to be coupled.

I been in the right place
But it must have been the wrong time
I'd have said the right thing
But I must have used the wrong line
I'd a took the right road
But I must have took a wrong turn
Would have made the right move
But I made it at the wrong time
I been on the right road
But I must have used the wrong car
My head was in a good place
And I wonder what it's bad for

Buck O'Neil is one of my all-time heroes. Perhaps the most positive thinking person ever. You know the story - he played in the Negro Baseball league in a racially divided country - and was never afforded the opportunity to play in the Major Leagues (although he was the first African American to coach in the Majors.. ) The title of his book recounting it all? "I was right on time."

I am extremely grateful for every role model that's ever helped mold this goofy brain. Thanks mom. Thanks Buck. Yeah, even you too Dr. John. I been in the right place. Love, Victurd.