There’s one thing I can say about John Denver, and that thing is this: I always end up bawling when I listen to him. I imagine it will be that way until I die. He envokes such a feeling of being young – back when I was a little tiny kid my dad would play the guitar and sing For Baby to me, and “Annie’s Song” to my mom, and they would play John Denver records and we were a happy little family. I went home this Christmas, and my dad played his guitar with his old shaky fingers and sang with his voice cracking and my mom cried and cried and I cried a little bit, too. I’m so far removed from them now, and I can’t do anything to fix it, but I sure would like to sometimes.
I guess I’ll finish watching the rest of this PBS special, and maybe sooner or later I’ll run out of tears.