Helen Shapiro is celebrating her birthday! Congratulations!
However, as Arnold Schwarzenegger once stated, “I am back.” Did he say, “I will be back,” instead? Nevertheless, now that I am here, I feel a lot more like myself.
This week, as I sat on my couch and brooded over the fact that I had not seen anyone, I realized that my friend Beryl, who lives across the street, was most likely doing the same thing.
Our lives are not supposed to be spent like this. Life is meant to be enjoyed.
She needed to start singing along and moving her shoulders to the music, I informed her, since I was introducing a new radio station particularly for her.
I had lost the storyline, Beryl remarked.
Placing the phone against my iPad, I began to play my favorite songs from the 1950s, 1960s, and 1970s.
I sometimes stopped the music to make sure Beryl was following along. It became out that she was. I was also like that.
Helen Shapiro performed Walking Back to Happiness, followed by Paul Anka’s Diana. Roy Orbison makes us cry, so I skipped him. Before I knew it, we were laughing uncontrollably and dancing.
