An apt song for the time. My eldest son has just gotten his adult driver's license. Now he can drive himself places, or he could, if we had a third car. He has been reminding us how convenient it would be if we only had another car.
So yesterday we started shopping for a car. Boy, did I feel old. It didn't help that the salesmen were all about 22. And the exchange went something like this:
The dealer had an earing, slick smile and perfectly waxed eyebrows and a smug look on his face as he said, "so Mom, what kind of vehicle do you want for him?"
And I replied, deadpan, "a tank".
Anyhow, we took a detour to a Volvo dealer who had some nice cars just off lease. Somehow I think they may be better than the thin metal cans that he could be hurtling in down the highway at top speeds. Well, they may be closer to a tank after all.
I did look up the song. It was written by the Doors. The rest of it goes like this:
I did look up the song. It was written by the Doors. The rest of it goes like this:
Yeah I woke up this morning, and I got myself a beer
Well I woke up this morning, and I got myself a beer,
Future's uncertain, and the end is always near.
Let it roll, baby roll.
Let it roll, baby roll.
Let it roll, baby roll.Let it roll--- all night long.
I would like to know that the future for my precious son is certain and that the end is not near --but somehow--as the song remind us, this just isn't so.
