To the Boss:
Yeah, as a fellow musician and weirdo in kind, your Mom is okay in my books. I just don’t want to trigger anything inside of her and be responsible for any unfavorable results whatsoever. It’s something she needs to work out for herself with the will/help of the “Lawd Gawd”.
She called me up about one hour ago to said I did good. It’s a good/rare thing I had my earplugs INSIDE my earholes at the time of her incoming call. I could barely hear her over our BAD reception of fading in/out and her excite-able summary, which is whatever she wants to say only!
We will see each other on Sunday and Monday and pray for her afterwards. I reassured her that we will cover. Honestly, I could announce the songs, accompany, sing, and whatever. I recall one/white/salt-pepper/dark hair guy that sang by himself at night mass. A deep tenor voice.
I understand it’s hard to find “good help”. And besides, she’s a good decider/networker. So I’ll behave, smile, and blank-out my mind, like a friendly dog. OMG!
Huh,
Flynn…
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