Ah. Have you ever seen the rain.

I'm not sure, I might be the only one. But Creedence makes me cry. It's so chalked full of memories. In more than one way, I suppose.

It's weird, I've been thinking of my dad lately. And this song always makes me think of him. Before my step mother poisoned his soul and made him love Celine Dion. He used to love Creedence. And he used to have lambchop sideburns and wear patterned golf pants and Budweiser can hats and drive a blue Chevy van. We lived in a trailer and my Uncle Reed bought me a harmonica for god, my second? third? birthday. How can I remember that? The mind is such a miracle. And I have these pictures of my father from then. He and my mom, so much younger than I am now, together raising two kids. All my memories are Glen Campbell, Willie Nelson, Neil Diamond, Dolly Parton, George Jones. How is it that a 3 year old can remember. That when I lay on the beach a million miles from that memory and that song comes on, I cry. Remember my father in the absolute perfect father light. And I hit repeat about 10 times.