Do you remember that song? The movie (Love Story) from whence it came? Personally, I found the song a real turn-off and never watched the movie, or read the book, because of that one phrase. To me, Love for another person means being able to say you’re sorry. If you can’t apologize to someone else, someone you love, it means you’re in love— with yourself, not the other person.
Well. I’m apologizing. Or perhaps I’m explaining. Or a bit of both? (Is there a rationale in here?)
There was a tv series that ran from 2005 – 2012 and I don’t think I missed an episode. I truly enjoyed the cast, the stories (well most of them), and the humor. When I moved back to the Tri Cities, I opted to get an antenna v. cable, and lo & behold The Closer was running on one of the antenna channels. Every day. Two back to back episodes seven days a week. Yeee Haw!
I’m pleased to say, it has held up well. Too well. Watching one episode a week was considerably different than watching two episodes a night, seven nights a week. Perhaps I’ve been sensitized by Black Lives Matter, which I support, but suddenly, what used to be humorous—the small, southern Brenda Leigh Johnson dealing with big bad guys (of any color)—became all too real. Where it had been humorous watching her set the white boy up to get his come-uppance in a Mexican jail for raping and killing a Mexican girl in LA; where it was pure Karma seeing her send the Mexican drug cartel cop to jail under a false name and knowing there was a ‘hit’ out for that name that he paid for; where it was a gotcha moment when she supported the gang-banger in getting his by his brother gang members; well, all of that was violence at the hands of the police. All of it was taking the law—arrest, trial, sentence—into her own hands.
It wasn’t funny anymore. She became all the Derek Chauvins, by all the names they go by, she was every cop who ever killed an unarmed man, woman, or child whether deliberately or by mistake, or just because he thought he could get away with it. She was the cop who deprived people of their constitutional rights in the name of justice.
So, I apologize for touting the show for so long as funny. My eyes did not see, my ears did not hear. I no longer think it’s funny. Yes, old fartesses can learn new things. And I thank Black Lives Matter for helping to open my eyes.
I still dislike that song; however, if you’ve never heard it, or can’t remember it, or want to hear it one more time for your weekly Zoom karaoke class, here it is:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=APMHp9sZyME
And here is the Richland, Washington All Gull Choir singing—Big Gulls Don’t Cry. Unfortunately, I was too far away, and my recording wasn’t all that good, so here’s Fergie singing her own rendition. It’s ok, but not as good as the All Gull Choir.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=agrXgrAgQ0U
Have a great week. Remember to laugh often and loud, sing a new song—try out for a Zoom choir, dance like you’re Fred Astaire or Ginger Rogers in a closed rehearsal, and be sure to stop by again—same gull time, same gull channel. The coffee’s hot, the biscotti are homemade, and we always have time for a short break. Stay safe, stay healthy, and care for and love one another—because one another is all we’ve really got.