Give me a tune by Hank Jr. anytime and I am elated. His music speaks to me at every stage of my life. It hits the nail on the head when it comes to human experience. It has given me solace in times of trouble and has reminded me how good life can be as well. I hope there are thousands of fans out there who share my views and appreciate his magic.
My own kids are no exception. They have grown up to his music. Whenever I have a chore to do at home, I put on an album on my portable CD player and it makes it go faster. It accompanies my assorted tasks in life. My wife gave me a fabulous player some time ago and a small carrying case for the CDs. They are all Hank Jr. of course. The player and case travel my road wherever life finds me. I may be in the car doing errands or visiting a friend or colleague; I might be at home vacuuming our above ground pool.
You can imagine my hysteria when one day I couldn’t find my player. It was nowhere in sight. It was that time of the month when the pool gets particularly dirty. I didn’t relish the idea of working alone with no music to spur me on. Where could this player be? I looked by the pool, on the patio, in the garage, even the front steps. Someone had made off with my device. I knew it had to be one of the kids, but they weren’t home. At dinner that night, after having vacuumed the pool to satisfaction, I brought up the subject. I had to hold myself in check from getting irate.
Okay, I know one of you has my CD player. I was deprived of Hank Jr. today. One kid looked particularly guilty and a little frightened, but I never resort to violence when I am angry. I resort to a good public scolding. My son ran quickly upstairs to fetch the missing player and apologized profusely. He had a friend who was celebrating a birthday and he was invited to a little party with cake. He wanted to share his favorite music with the guests and took the player along so it could plug into speakers. The host obviously did not have one of his own. While I certainly understood this kind gesture, I made my displeasure known. He could have asked me first. I think he will next time. Meanwhile, guess who was assigned the pool cleaning chore for next month. In fact, the next two months. If he wanted to listen to music while executing the task, he would be deprived. My CD play and case go with me at all times. If anyone felt the need to have music in their lives, they could save up their allowances and buy their own. It was a message clearly understood.