A story and another lyric

Up this morning and finishing the last of seven files for the Sunday paper before driving to Pittsburgh.

I'm trying something a little different for the main story. I'm writing an old-style newspaper game advance story (in addition to the Edge that runs inside the section) that focuses solely on a major element of the game.

As always, at this time of day, coffee and music are on. Last night, Friday, as I plowed through the rest of the Sunday pre-game package, the "writer's" loneliness was palpable and as heavy as the rain falling outside my window. Thanks to Bill Monroe and His Blue Grass Boys for getting me to tap my toes.

Another good "writing" companion record is Van Morrison's masterpiece from 1968 (it's really timeless in its elegance, though), "Astral Weeks." I'm listening to it now.

Here's today's lyric, from the third track, "Sweet Thing."

"And I'll be satisfied
Not to read in between the lines
And I will walk and talk
In gardens all wet with rain
And I will never, ever, ever, ever
Grow so old again."