I’m in an airplane having just made the bumpy ascent through the turbulent clouds and Jimmy leans over to peer out the window. “I love this,” he says, pointing to the view. And I remember. I am nine years old, on my first plane ride to California with my parents. I’ve rifled through the barf bag and read the Duty-Free catalog, eaten all my snacks and introduced myself to the other passengers. Finally, I settle into my seat and take in the cloudscape, the divots and the rising slopes. I want to know what they feel like. I want to sit on them and run and slide. I can barely get over the fact that these are the same clouds I can see from the ground and for the first time, I’m seeing them from above.
I’ve loved Joni since her first album and subsequent TV appearance, can't imagine where all those years have gone! Had I known that she was performing on the tube I might have dusted it off and tuned in. Excellent post Jaime, thanks for sharing your memories!
I’ve loved Joni since her first album and subsequent TV appearance, can't imagine where all those years have gone! Had I known that she was performing on the tube I might have dusted it off and tuned in. Excellent post Jaime, thanks for sharing your memories!
You need to write a book!