“On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I’m wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
‘Cause there’s something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there’s nothing short o’ dying
That’s half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.”
Interesting dramedy, your saga. If you would be so kind, what is the name of the female country singer who performed “On a Sunday morning sidewalk” in the mid 70s? This morning I awoke with the song on my mind and I would like to find it on iTunes.
Are there any photos on your pages? I haven’t found them yet, but I’ll keep looking. I’d love to see your dog. Sounds like a bulldog or a great dane from your comment about the strings of drool. What area of the world are you calling home?
Thanks. And I hope you have a delightful day.
Brian
(near) DC