Sunday morning is back again. The other days pushing her forward quickly. I have said before, Monday comes then I turn for just a minute, I look back and its Sunday. Minutes, hours, slipping though my fingers at break neck speed. "Shut off the fast forward," I plead. "You're making me old before my time."
Yesterday morning the news caption on AOL was Willie got busted again. Poor old Willie. It seems if you're Willie Nelson every few years they have to nab you for possession. Willie and weed sort of go together like burgers and fries. I say at seventy-seven if he wants to smoke a joint, let him. Oh I know its against the law but seriously Jay walking is too. But I want to declare loud and clear for the world to hear. I love Willie Nelson. Only one other singer walked along beside him and that was Vern Gosden. Vern had the velvet voice. Willie the deep throaty one.
I fell in love with Willie and his music in the seventies. The love affair has lasted. As strong today as it was back then. He has a smile that is infectious. Blue eyes to drown in. He writes music, sings and can play the acoustic guitar like nothing you've heard before. He has a pony tail, a quiet unaffected way about him. Tell me whats not to love.
Now I'm not going to come on here and say I think its okay to smoke pot. I'm not a smoker of weed or anything else. But to tell you the truth I've not seen many people high on Pot that was mean and belligerent like a drunk can be. They usually just mellow out and want to eat, then sleep. Actually I would prefer to see someone smoke a joint and drive a car than somebody drink fifteen beers, get in his car and plow into a family of five.
But back to Willie. He has written some beautiful songs. Many recorded by all kinds of artists. "Crazy," Angel Flying to close to the ground. "Night Lights," the list goes on. When he sings "You were always on my mind," I really just melt. I saw him once live in Tulsa. My dream is to see him again. If there is a next time by gosh I will get his autograph, one way or another.
I can see it now. Myself stationed at the back door of the Memorial Hall My pen and paper in hand. Out comes Willie, who only likes women under forty. "Willie," I will gush. "I just love you." He'll smile. "Well thank-you Grandma," he'll say. As he pats my cheek. He is much, much older than me. But I will only smile. I'll be his granny. We take what we can get.
So I say all that to say this. Why can't they just leave Willie alone. So he smokes a little on his tour bus. I think they should give him amnesty or something. After all he's Willie Nelson. Sort of like a National Treasure. One thing about Willie he doesn't hide what he does. He just does it.
So here I am again. Another morning where I have thrown my words into the wind. I watch as they float away. Carried high. Willie's name floating up there in cyberspace. I smile and turn to head back. I'm singing under my breath. "On the road again, its great to be on the road again." Hmmm, I wonder do they allow weed in Blogland. If they do I'll have to let Willie know. But for now. I'm outta here.
Jeffrey Phelps, AP
Willie Nelson found himself behind bars yet again today after being arrested for possession of pot in Sierra, Texas. It appears that laid back country crooner's 2006 misdemeanor for having weed and magic mushrooms on his tour bus wasn't enough to keep the legendary singer-songwriter on the straight and narrow, as Border Patrol allegedly seized six ounces of marijuana from Nelson as he and his entourage passed through a checkpoint at 9AM on Nov. 26.
The 77-year-old rocker was arrested and booked into the Hudspeth County Jail on a $2,500 bond, but has has since posted bail and rejoined his family and crew in Austin, Texas.
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