Key of Life

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This evening, I was on my way home from picking up a pizza.  Minding my own business.  As I do.

And then… on my little satellite radio… the sound came pouring through.  The key-pounding of the piano… and the unmistakable voice… pitching out a little “Eee, Eee”

Suddenly… I was gone.   Gone to the world in front of me…. My mind was turned back in time… to my early childhood.  I am not sure which sibling had this album… but…   I saw myself put it on the turn table in our living room.  Yes, right there on East Bruce Avenue.  And then it started playing.  That beautiful, beautiful beat.   I turned up the volume, because no one was around.   I had to be around 8 … I’m guessing.

And by this time, I knew all the words…. as I climbed on top of the coffee table… there in front of the big mirror…in that white-plaster-wall- living room.   Hair brush in hand… I sang it like only Stevie Wonder could….

“Everybody’s got a thing
But some don’t know how to handle it
Always reachin’ out in vain
Accepting the things not worth having but

“Don’t you worry ’bout a thing
Don’t you worry ’bout a thing, mama
Cause I’ll be standing on the side
When you check it out “

I had my boogie on.  My little scrawny shoulders doing the samba motions… as best they could.  Down with it.  I was.  Don’t you worry ’bout a thing….

And as I sang the last word of that song… with meaning… as I put down my microphone.  A job well done.  I nailed it. Totally nailed it.

Oh.  And.  Back now.  Sitting… at a stop light at the corner of  Maple and Main Streets.   I’m not quite sure how I got here…

But I  don’t worry ‘bout a thing.

And I like it… when I don’t worry ’bout a single… little…. thing.

Thanks for the wonder, Stevie.