Since last Saturday, I have had “That Ain’t No Way to Treat a Lady” and “Good bye to Love” in my head. Great voices, Helen Reddy and Karen Carpenter, but not the most inspiring songs to have awaken me each day. I blame my brother.
Last week we had the 70’s radio going on the way to and from the game, and apparently, the product of my misspent youth was on audible display. I knew way too many lyrics and verses and songs from almost 50 years ago, some not heard since the 70’s. Keeping the volume fairly low was tough, but keeping them out of my noggin is proving annoying.
Time to change the channel.