Cyndi Lauper - Money Changes Everything

I don't know why, but that song popped into my head today. It was shortly after I saw a guy about my age (ancient) riding on his own little John Deere tractor/mower, cutting the median on Hwy. 32 just north of KR. I don't think that had anything to do with it, though.

Unlike Huck, my head jukebox doesn't go off much first thing in the morning. During the day, though, it can kick in viciously without notice. For three days, I've been humming and singing Elvis Presley's "In the Ghetto." I did not hear it anywhere, nor was I discussing it or Presley with anyone. I do not like the damn song. Why has it been infesting my brain for three days? Please, Cyndi, save me.