Scott L. was my David. I put on the Carpenters at an 8th grade party (I know)- it wasn’t even my party but I was standing by the record player and nothing was playing and there was the album - the party wasn’t in full swing or anything. Out came Karen Carpenter singing “Mr. Postman” or worse maybe “Sing a song...” Skinny rangy mopey Scott appeared like a shot and said, “You like this shit? This pop shit? You like it? This shit?” I loved her voice. I could match her pitch. I sang along with her alone. But I died a little and mumbled something while Scott took the record off and schooled me on real music. 🎶 Your piece is beautiful. Thank you🌈🌞
Hello my Sketchkon elevator “going up?” Friend. Thanks for all you do to always encourage us to be our best selves. The story I tell myself is a powerful tool. Hugs!
You got a friend in me….you got a friend in me……(my grandson sang this song from the time he was 3 yrs. And he still has that friendliness of spirit to this day.
So Jill, for the longest time, you got a friend in me! Cheers from Wanda
Scott L. was my David. I put on the Carpenters at an 8th grade party (I know)- it wasn’t even my party but I was standing by the record player and nothing was playing and there was the album - the party wasn’t in full swing or anything. Out came Karen Carpenter singing “Mr. Postman” or worse maybe “Sing a song...” Skinny rangy mopey Scott appeared like a shot and said, “You like this shit? This pop shit? You like it? This shit?” I loved her voice. I could match her pitch. I sang along with her alone. But I died a little and mumbled something while Scott took the record off and schooled me on real music. 🎶 Your piece is beautiful. Thank you🌈🌞
I loved the Carpenters too and seemed to be able to sing on key with Karen... Scott was a tweeb :)
Thanks for your kind words and taking the time to write, Kerry.
Jill
Hello my Sketchkon elevator “going up?” Friend. Thanks for all you do to always encourage us to be our best selves. The story I tell myself is a powerful tool. Hugs!
Nice to hear from you, Lynn
xo
Jill
Hi Jill, I love this story. It feels so good to have a hero who's got your back. Yes, you are the hero. My sad and inner- teenager thanks you.
Aw Jeff. Thanks for these words. So glad we’re friends.
Me too, thanks!
Delighted to be back for Jill’s writing and feel good comments. Cheers!
You got a friend in me….you got a friend in me……(my grandson sang this song from the time he was 3 yrs. And he still has that friendliness of spirit to this day.
So Jill, for the longest time, you got a friend in me! Cheers from Wanda
I so appreciate you. Ditto.
Thank you Jill. This was a wonderful start to my week 💛💛💛
Thanks for writing, Elocin.
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