Today I saw a numberplate that said “O’Day”
and it pleased me tremendously.
“There’s a proud Anita O’Day fan”
I said to my otherwise empty car.
But I switched the music – straightaway.
Played An Occasional Man, thought of
an occasion immediately for this fan –
and whistled my way through the rest
of the tune and most of the day. It was
a great start that got better. Music is
transcendence, is joy, distraction, heart and
absolute soul. Never let anyone say otherwise.