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Paint Me a Birmingham

   Hey, everyone. Today I break my cardinal rule and blog while drinking.
    Tracy Lawrence has a song called Paint Me a Birmingham. This is a story about a guy that is at the beach. He comes upon a man who is painting pictures for the tourists. He says that for $20 he will paint anything. The guy tells the artist to paint a scene of what might have been if he had not messed up a tragic love affair.
   How many of us are looking backward at what might have been? How about that girl who would have been the one, if we had pulled our head out of our rear? What is she doing now?
   Paint her there on the front porch swing.
   Cotton dress, make it early spring,
   For a while she'll be mine again,
   Could you paint me a Birmingham?
    Life is funny. When you find the person you want, it seems as if the forces of evil manipulate folks to hinder love. Don't let anyone control your life. Like Doc Holiday told Wyatt Earp in Tombstone. "Go get that spirited actress and make her your own."
     Almost 40 years ago, a bunch of people tried to control my life. No one tells me who I can love, marry or be friends with. No one tells me where to work or live. And, when I go to the beach, no one has to paint me a Birmingham. Because she is sitting with me this evening on that front porch swing and she sleeps in my arms tonight. Don't tell me I can't do something. Because I'll do it. Every time.

   From the front porch swing, I'm CE Wills and Carly is my wife.
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