Quote de jour
"...and I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone..."
                                                                                        ~ Tracy Chapman

Yesterday, while on my way to yoga, I stopped at an intersection as this song was playing. I glanced out and spotted a black sports car. "Nice car," I said to no one and leaned in to take a closer look. One glance at the yellow logo with the black stallion and I knew it was a Ferrari. I smiled when I eyed the license plate: 6ft nder. Was it a quirky undertaker's car? Someone who had worked on the TV series, Six Feet Under? Or what? I wondered who would give such an inauspicious name to a vanity plate. The driver was no where to be seen. The car sat on a flatbed tow truck and I laughed out loud as Tracy Chapman's song lyrics made perfect, synchronistic sense. It reminded me of all the jerks I'd dated with fast cars and the egos as big as airbags.
"...I remember we were driving, driving in your car. The speed so fast I felt like I was drunk. The city lights lay out before us and your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder and I had a feeling I belonged. And I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone..."