Pictures that elicit song lyrics

This one brought to mind a snappy old ditty from the incomparable Diana Ross:

Tenement slum

Ooh, ooh, ooh....aaaahhh

You think that I don't feel love

What I feel for you is real love

In other's eyes I see reflected

A hurt, scorned, rejected

Love child

Never meant to be

Love Child

Born in poverty

Love Child

Never meant to be

Love Child

Take a look at me

Started my life

In a old, cold, run-down tenament slum

My father left he never even married mama

I shared the guilt my mama knew

So afraid that others knew I had no name

This love we're contemplatin'

Is worth the pain of waitin'

We'll only end up hatin'

The child we may be creatin'

Love Child

Never meant to be

Love Child

Scorned by Society

Love Child

Always second best

Love Child

Different from the rest

I started school

And a worn, torn dress that somebody threw out

I knew the way it felt to always live in doubt

To be without the simple things

So afraid my friends would see the guilt in me

Don't think that I don't need ya

Don't think I don't want to please ya

But no child of mine will be bearing

The name of shame I've been wearing

Love Child

Love Child

Never quite as good

Afraid, ashamed

Misunderstood

But I'll always love you

Always love you

I'll always love you

Always love you .

Stop with the phone calls, already!

The incessant ringing of the telephone around the chalet this weekend must mean we have a primary election coming up!! It used to be they'd just fill your snail mail box with brochures. Now, they want to call you up and talk to you.

Some of the campaigns are downright annoying, to the detriment of their candidates/causes:

1. Charlie Crist and his ilk can quit pimping their property tax "reform" plan. It's not going to fly.

2. The McCainiacs shouldn't be so proud of Crist's endorsements, for reasons only briefly alluded to in #1. Also, we remember Mel Martinez working with you and Ted Kennedy in the (thankfully unsuccessful) attempt to grant amnesty to 10 million illegal aliens. So, no surprise he's in your camp, too.

3. Love ya, Rudy. Really. But, FLA is not NYC . . . at least not that part of the peninsula beyond Miami-Dade, Broward, and Palm Beach counties.

4. Will someone tell John Edwards that I am not, nor will I ever be, a registered Democrat?! This is a closed primary. Registered Republicans can't vote for you on Tuesday.

5. Will someone tell Buddy Dyer I don't live in Orlando any more, so couldn't vote for him even if I wanted to?!

6. How many times do I have to ask all of you to remove my number from your calling list?!

I will be so glad on Tuesday evening when we can finally get a respite . . . but, November is only a few months away, and I imagine they'll be back in gear again real soon.

ARGGHHH!