Oh Girl

August 22, 2010 | By | Add a Comment


My first job was as a pizza delivery man for 3 towns I knew next to nothing about. It was before GPS had come out, but I don’t think it would have mattered. After all, I don’t think anything would have gotten a signal to those parts anyway. Not even a map was much use. It was basically a collection of dirt roads without street signs. It usually took me so long to get there, the box would be just about wrecked from all the grease. Okay, it actually only took about 5 minutes for the box to be wrecked by the grease. Still, it took me a long time to figure out where I was supposed to go.

On top of all that, I was driving a mini-van that was about 15 years old. The steering wheel was so off, I could tilt it to about 3 o’clock before I noticed any difference. I knew that the car was going to blow up at any minute.  I just didn’t know what minute that would be.   I distracted myself from my impending death by listening to music.  I was really into Oldies back then.  There was one song, in particular, that hit the grease-stained spot during those late nights on the unfamiliar roads.  For me, it was about a guy who knew he was losing someone valuable and wasn’t sure how he was gonna make it after she was gone.  It didn’t come on Oldies 103.3 very frequently, but, when it did, I sang it with an awareness of being lost in multiple ways and with more heartburn than a pepperoni pizza could ever cause.  It is also today’s dose of passion.

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