So I'm walking home from work this evening, and for much of the afternoon, I had had a Joel Phelps song stuck in my head ("My Life", which is actually an Iris Dement song, but his version was the one in question). Anyway, I'm about two blocks away from my house, when I look up, and lo & behold, but who's standing there but Mr. Phelps himself, waiting to cross the street.
Wacky. I think it was an omen or something.
Wacky. I think it was an omen or something.