We awoke this morning to the horrific news of a mass
shooting carried out by a 64-year-old man in Las Vegas. The initial estimates
of 20 dead have swelled to over 50, with at least 100 others wounded. The
motivation for this heinous act is still unknown, but what does it matter? What
possible excuse could there be? There are simply no words.
The only song I could find with the number 35 was a 2015
country-western song written and sung by Toby Keith, “35 MPH Town,” which tells
the story of a once safe and happy small town that seems to have gone astray:
The “yes mam’s gone and the “please’s too,
It’s out the door with the “thank you” in the
evening
You don’t see a front yard football game
The neighbor kids have done away with the shirt
and skins
No one hits the front porch lights
To get the kids to come inside
'Cause the streets ain’t safe for a bike to ride
down
Since they planted a prowler
In this thirty five mile an hour town
No they’re going nowhere fast tonight no matter
How fast they drive this thirty five mile an
hour town
35
MPH Town (Toby Keith)
Today I am wearing one of two shirts sent to me recently by our sister-in-law Jody, who is married to Barry’s brother Rich. Jody is one of the most creative gift givers I know. I plan to wear the second shirt on the final day of treatment, so stay tuned for that one.
Love,
Rebecca
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