Although there are but a handful of you who will recognize this very appropriate title, for this writer it was a song lick by a folk/rock band called the Fabulous Farquahr, that my wife Pat and I first met in an aprés ski pub, called Fat City, in Wilmington, VT in 1968, and became faithful fans of this popular club band as they played in New York City, Cape Cod, and in and around the New England area for many years.
Having shared that, and as we all so often do, while in the shower this morning, out of nowhere came, ...All my thoughts are just like waves that wash upon the shore, rushing in, breaking up, then gone forever more. De, de, det, det…Hanging on by a thread I'm living on a yesterday... Suddenly, whilst still in the shower mind you, I was overcome by the reality - yes, I am! Yes, we all are! Hanging on by a thread, living on a yesterday!