Stories of Loves Lost

Although nowhere near as dramatic as either author William Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet or singer / songwriter Daniel Fogelberg’s autobiographical Same Old Lang Syne, I do have my own, personal, love lost story to share.

In my case, my “Juliet’s” father had broken us up. His rationale? Not only were we both too young but I was also from the wrong side of the tracks… his belief being that his daughter could do much better than “lowly” me.

What had made this so much more emotionally painful for us… the star-crossed lovers… was how I was… and still am… a man of good character… all of which I had amply demonstrated by respecting her father’s wishes that I stop seeing his daughter.

But… truth be told… I never really got over my feelings for her… and to this very day, I do consider our love to have been mutual, genuine and true.

Interestingly enough, we did have a reunion of sorts when… on the sly… “Juliet” had phoned me on New Year’s Eve 1972. As we talked… just for a fleeting moment… I sensed we had both been tempted to follow our hearts… but… all we wound up doing is audibly sighing while wishing each other, “Happy New Year”. I can still hear the finality of that long, long ago night’s clicking sound in my handset’s earpiece.

Considering all of those similarities between my story of love lost and Daniel’s… his Christmas Eve reunion with Jill (the decades later revealed real name of his old flame) it’s easy to see how his song resonates so well with the perpetually lingering song in my heart. Whenever I’ve ever heard it… either played on the radio or over @YouTube… I’ve also heard my audible sighs… especially as saxophonist Michael Brecker plays the Auld Lang Syne coda.

A short addendum here… I’ve never actually wanted to add this particular Fogelberg track to my vast musical library… need I even say why?

But what I do want to add here is how Dan and Jill could’ve chosen a far better place to drink their “toast to innocence” than consuming a six pack of beer within her car. If he truly had strong, lingering feelings for her at all… or even if he hadn’t… he’d have never allowed her to drive home impaired.

And considering how many states here in America have recently legalized the recreational usage of weed, no one should allow anyone to ever drive home while in that altered state of consciousness, either.

Just to clarify, I’m not some goody two shoes who’s saying it’s wrong for you to put a good buzz on… what I am saying is don’t drive if you ARE buzzed. On this New Year’s Eve… and the same goes for any other time of the year… it is far better to figuratively crash at your party host’s home than actually crash while driving home drunk or stoned. If you cannot arrange to sleep it off there, rely on your designated driver or arrange to be picked up by an Uber driver or a cabbie.

You’ll have a far better chance of arriving home safe and sound… that is unless the cab which pulls up reeks of burning rope and the song playing in the cabbie’s earbuds is Harry Chapin’s Taxi

 

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