Daddy Bush and Jagger

       My brother Benjie, called early, which causes my heart to skip a beat.( born worry wart, and older parents) He was still reeling about getting us great tickets to see The Rolling Stones. We had to go over our first adventure in 75, to see these babies back in the day. We walked to and from The Gator Bowl, from San Marco. Thought nothing of it, we can "hoof" it, what is a few miles, felt like a 100!! We were high on life, just that! We had no money, but we found some for tickets. Being young, has its perks!, bills to be paid?? They can wait!
   I remember the heat, I wanted water, but I think it was 1.00$, and The Stones turned the hose on us, about half way through their set. It was electric, my body burned from the sun, and the music. Susan  went with us, and a few more people whom I cannot remember. I recall taking a slight nap at First Methodist church lawn, on our walking trip back home.
  Benjie and I also saw them in Gainesville, many years later. My brother has seen The Stones 9 times, he may be a stalker fan! I have seen them 4, in April it will be 5. ( I hope he knows, we will be taking Uber!) Our mother Mary, said she wanted to go in a wheelchair, just to share the experience, of her kids, love of these people. Homer, daddy, said he would not go for free!! They will have to hear and see our story later. ( we will put on a play!) I told Benjie, that remember your number one sister is old, so no nosebleed seats, and I like the aisle seat for dancing. Also don't get me too near the stage, because I have been known to desire to get on stage and sing!! AND trust me that I have been very successful is my singing career, climbing over many an amplifier.!! B called on Wednesday, again scaring me!!( text me first, saying that when you call, its not about horror, or death!) ( heads up brother) Yelling and Screaming, Singing that we had great seats, and may have to sell a kidney to pay for them. I told him, as I grabbed my prayer beads, that I was busy asking the universe to keep, The Boys, alive so we can see them, one more time!!
       That was Wednesday and Saturday morning phone calls, the Saturday am TV told me a different story. Daddy Bush was dead. I always, called him Daddy Bush, I have a tendency to nickname people, and it sticks. I don't may have a reason for the names, but often, its random!!
     Daddy Bush was the only Republican I ever voted for. I had enough sense to see my party was in trouble, and the person we had running was not right. ( something that republicans did not recognize this past election!) ( red flags, mean RED FLAGS) ( what didn't you see??) ( grabbing a woman's pussy comment was not enough??) ( deals with Russians? not enough) ( bad hair, not enough)
    OK, I am back, Daddy Bush.
            I wrote him, after I voted and he won the presidents seat, that I hope I had made the right choice. I asked him to work with a Democratic congress, be fair and gentle. I know I would not agree with much that he had planned to do, but I had hope. That would carry me, and I trusted him.
Of course I heard back from him. He told me He and Barbara, thanked me, and would do everything in their power to do good things. ( I like that he included his wife) He told me not, to be so nervous, he would be a good listener. He also told me to write him anytime, maybe that is why I called him Daddy Bush. I loved President and Mrs. Bush. This big snowflake, whatever you may call my liberal heart, loved the Bush family. ( OK his son the other president and I had a rocky relationship)
    I knew he would not live very long, after his Barbara died recently. He was 94, lived a life of service, loved hard, and made mistakes. I am very glad to have known Daddy Bush, I was comfortable with him on this earth. I know his wife and daughter, welcomed him home.
    Two very different stories, touched my life, changed my life in ways, you never know.
    Politics and Music, are strange bed fellows, but I have slept well, knowing these stories.
    Love wins, and you remember the lyrics!!!