Driving home last week after spending a relaxing hour in the pool and hot tub, I flipped on the radio to hear Elton John's I Guess That’s Why They Call It the Blues. The trip back to 1983 was so fast, I got whiplash from the way back machine. Suddenly, I was twenty years old, dressed to the nines at the Christmas party for Central Blood Bank where I worked for four years while getting my undergraduate degree at Duquesne University. Six months of that was full-time because I prioritized partying over studying sophomore year and failed a class.
I Guess That's Why They Call It the Blues
I Guess That's Why They Call It the Blues
I Guess That's Why They Call It the Blues
Driving home last week after spending a relaxing hour in the pool and hot tub, I flipped on the radio to hear Elton John's I Guess That’s Why They Call It the Blues. The trip back to 1983 was so fast, I got whiplash from the way back machine. Suddenly, I was twenty years old, dressed to the nines at the Christmas party for Central Blood Bank where I worked for four years while getting my undergraduate degree at Duquesne University. Six months of that was full-time because I prioritized partying over studying sophomore year and failed a class.