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You Can't Always Get What You Want

I saw her today at the reception A glass of wine in her hand I knew she was gonna meet her connection At her feet was footloose man You can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want You can't always get what you want But if you try sometimes well you might find You get what you need 
 If you were to ask five people the difference between the words "want" and "need" you are likely to get five different answers.  For many people, these two words are synonymous.  As children, we all pleaded with our parents for the latest toy saying, "But I need it!" and usually heard some boring lecture explaining that we didn't "need" the toy, but "wanted" the toy.  Blah, Blah, Blah.  Over time, we mature, see a few things, experience a few hardships, have a few successes, and come to realize the two words are truly different.  We learn that while you can't always get want, if you try sometimes you just migh

Dance the Night Away

Have you seen her? So fine and pretty Fooled me with her style and ease And I feel her from across the room Yes, it's love in the third degree Ooh, baby, baby Won't-cha turn your head my way? Ooh, baby, baby Ah come on! Take a chance You're old enough to Dance the night away Whoa-oh, Come on girl, dance the night away It is a well-documented fact that the Crowley men are not dancers.  From Grandpa Tim, down to yours truly, we all must have been distracted when the good Lord handed out the dancing gene because we surely missed out.  Now I'm not saying we can't dance.  I'm saying we can't dance well.  OK, not even fairly well.  Sure, we can pull out rare moves at a family wedding, but in the end, video evidence verifies these were only haunting attempts at greatness. Curiously, the Crowley wives have not been impacted by the same genetic disorder. They glide from one end of the dance floor to the other and shift from one dance style to the next without

Walk Like A Man (and Woman)

Walk, walk, walk, walk... He said just Walk like a man Talk like a man Walk like a man my son No one's worth Crawling on the earth So walk like a man my son I am traveling this week with a colleague from Europe. He's in his 30's, full of energy and ambition, and was always the first one to jump at the late night dinners, the after party, and the paparazzi (kidding). However, since the last time I saw him he's changed a bit. The change is subtle and unless you've known him for a while you may not notice, but I saw it immediately. He now has a 5 month old daughter. A daughter, who has unexpectedly captured his heart and changed a person from one who loved to travel the world for business to one who can't wait to get home and be a Daddy. Depending on who you listen to, becoming a man has many definitions. They may be graduating from a university, moving out on your own, starting your career, getting married, etc. There is no doubt that all of these are

Nightswimming

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Nightswimming deserves a quiet night The photograph on the dashboard, taken years ago, Turned around backwards so the windshield shows Every streetlight reveals the picture in reverse Still, it's so much clearer Nightswimming, remembering that night September's coming soon I'm pining for the moon And what if there were two Side by side in orbit Around the fairest sun? Growing up on Pritchard Street in the 70's came with a few perks.  We had plenty of kids to play with, flat neighborhood streets perfectly designed for long bike rides, open front yards for adventure, and just enough peculiar old people to fuel stories of mystery and intrigue late into the summer.  But, above all was the swimming pool. I'm sure there were pools all across the area, but for a little guy who's world revolved around a two block radius, we were the only ones and fortunate. At age seven nothing quite matched the freedom of your own pool.  In was the ideal place to spend summer days