Thursday, September 30, 2010
The One With All Night Long.
Sometimes Lionel Richie shows up in my dreams.
There's never any rhyme or reason to it either.
Sometimes he takes the face of friends and family members.
Sometimes he's merely a passing stranger.
Sometimes his songs are the soundtrack to my slumber.
But mostly, he's a constant.
Somewhere, in the foreground or background, he's there.
I pondered this for some time.
Years, in fact.
And didn't tell anyone.
Because it was strange.
I mean, I didn't even own a CD of his.
Until one day.
Not too long ago.
Mother Mary mentioned she went to a Commodores concert when she was pregnant with me.
And suddenly, it all made sense.