There were three musical groups in which I performed during high school: the school chorus, the “swing” group or whatever we were called, performing such hits as, “Feeling Groovy,” and of course, the Triple Trio.
I awoke singing “Feeling Groovy” this morning at 4:26. Though I was definitely not feeling it, I couldn’t stop thinking about the group of nine teen girls who sang and won first place ribbons at the district music contests. I don’t recall those songs at all, but we had fun, the three sopranos, mezzos and altos. Standing spindly-legged and swaying to our tunes, we apparently had lovely voices. Wouldn’t it be fun to be able to review those moments on film or phone? How geeky and gawky we were, thinking we were destined for greatness.
Now that I have a bit of caffeine under my belt I shall endeavor to feel a bit more groovy today. If I only had my favorite pair of bell-bottomed, red polka-dotted pants! I’d probably trip walking in them. They are best left in memory, too.