Sixty Never Looked So Good

My former professor and songwriting buddy, Randolph Bias, sent me these lyrics to put to music for his wife Cheryl’s 60th bday party, which was tonight. I was a great party and the song put it over the top. Here’s the song and the slideshow he put together to go along with the it.

Sixty Never Looked So Good.mp3

Imagine the joy of young Dot and of Earl
When they first brought home their cherubic girl.
Imagine this day? I don’t think they could.
Sixty never looked so good.

She grew and she swam and they moved to Jax.
The schoolgirl Cheryl lived life to the max.
This girlscout prepared and did all that she should.
and now sixty never looked so good.

An odd thing happened when she was twenty,
To this young beauty with beaus aplenty.
I asked her to marry and she said she would.
Sixty never looked so good.

When she was thirty we headed up north
Two beautiful boys her body brought forth
A foursome was awesome from what once was two.
Hey, I remember, thirty looked good too.

Baseball and tennis kept us four sporty.
The girl of my dreams, still hot at forty.
How’s she keep running? I peek ‘neath the hood.
Sixty never looked so good.

And so my baboo turned the big five-oh.
Our sons were all grown, and further to go
We’d travel and play as much as we could.
Sixty never looked so good.

And so now that she’s reached such a full of three score.
and we crane aching necks to see what’s in store.
This above all things is well understood:
Sixty never looked so good.
I said sixty never looked so good.
Randolph loves you, Cheryl.
Sixty never looked so good.

60 never looked so good slideshow with music

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Goodbye Frida

Frida has been gone for a few months now. She has wandered off before, but always been back w/in a few weeks. I’ve been trying not to admit that I’ll probably never see her again.

Cats in the Front Yard

I’ve been thinking I ought to pay some sort of tribute to this little big cat we called Frida, as in free da good home. Maile came home from teaching at Paredes many years ago with a one of several kittens discovered in a hollowed tree behind the school, as I remember. From the beginning, Frida was always a bit ferrel and untamable. She bullied everyone about her turf including Townes, Punk, and anyone or animal that walked along Sunset Ln in front of the house.

She was a watchcat that would nip your ankles to terrorize you and remind you who’s walk you were on. She would talk to you, stare you down, and lay herself down near you as an equal. She was not capable of learning that she should not be on the counter, so she stayed outside. She would hop up and push glasses off while looking at you to show you she obeyed no rules.

She was at the top of the pecking order and routinely did a dangerous love dance with Townes to play and scratch him into submission. They had a special love affair, she was his dominatrix, and after a while of Townes grooming her and her winding in and out of his legs, Frida continually lashing at Townes’s nose or catching his fur in her claws, they would occasionally lay down and cuddle.

These are the things I love about Frida and honor in such a feisty little thing. Along with her sense of self and entitlement, she had the biggest personality I’ve ever seen in a cat and she made a worthy companion, one who would not submit to your rule, but would watch over you and keep you company with her own loyalty and pleasure.

Goodbye Frida, I miss you.

Cats in the FrontYard

Townes and Frida

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Thanks to Thomas for sharing this old video of Frida and Goopy, her first and best cat friend.