TAKE IT TO THE LIMIT
Many years ago, with my good friend, Bill Chiricos, I drove from Denver to Miami Beach in a Ford pickup truck that had seen much better days, stars in our eyes, gas in the tank, and only one CD -- The Best of the Eagles. We must have played that CD a hundred times, never once tiring of it on our way to see the one who had showed us, just few years before, how to enjoy the ride, no matter where our destination. We barely slept. There was no reason to. We talked, we sang, we breathed, "Take It to the Limit" playing over and over and over again, many more times than made sense. But you see (and you do), when love is in your heart and you are driven by it, EVERYTHING sounds good, absolutely everything. In that divine interstate of being, there is no such thing as boredom or complaint, no such thing as lack. Birds sing, flowers bloom, and the road continues opening wider and wider, two young men singing at the top of their lungs, pounding out rhythms on the dashboard. And when, some 2,066 miles later, we finally arrived, unwashed but not unloved, we listened to the one we had driven all that distance for -- a man, it sure seems to me, the Eagles would have very much loved or, at the very least, dedicated their next song to, such sweet harmonies now being heard in between the deepening silences.
Posted by Mitch Ditkoff at May 13, 2021 03:49 PM
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