the great white way

If life was a musical, I’d like to think I’d be Dolly.  Or maybe Kathy Selden, singing my heart out.  Or maybe I’d be Ginger Rogers and dance the night away.  We’d all know the songs and dances.  We’d sing in the rain or fiddle on the roof.  We’d hang out on the west side telling stories and I would never be on my own.  Instead, we’d all be popular.  Together, we’d all be good men, just like Charlie Brown.  Be my guest.  Join the seasons of love. 

But life’s not a musical.  Sometimes that’s enough to kill the music.