Yet another excerpt from "Dear Jon - Mom's Letters to her Sailor son."
Dear Jon,
Well--I thought of you today during spin class and on my way home from the
gym for 2 reasons: Santana and Michael Buble.
The first reason is our Spin Instructor played a few oldies in between but
the music theme was predominantly Santana. I love Shawntell's Spin class
because she doesn't play all of that high energy crap that you young
generation love so much! LOL!!! Don't ask me how she does it, but she
plays the songs and we work out to the songs on the bike--hard to describe
because you have got to be there. I think the next time you are in town,
I'm taking you to the gym with me--so bring some gym clothes on your next
trip home. Alas, I put in 1.5 hours in the gym today and I feel great.
Now, back to the real subject at hand--YOU. Santana reminds me so much of
you because of the early years you were learning to play the guitar...The
first song (if not, ONE of the first songs) you learned to play for me was
the guitar solo at the beginning of "Black Magic Woman" and I was so proud
of you then. Those were some good ol' days in Alameda even though I
complained that "every night felt like I was at a rock concert." You know
I miss the days you used to play for me. Maybe, on your next trip home,
you can buy a cable and finally play for me again! LOL!!!! Just a thought.
Secondly, Michael Buble--You're probably wondering "what the..." The song
played on the radio was "Home" from Michael Buble and it reminded me of not
only you but all the kids who leave home to live their lives becoming
independent of their parents. But, no worries, I didn't cry. Though, I
did get sad because I truly miss you. Plus, it reminded me of that time
during your last visit to PI where you had food poisoning while Anthony
sang "Home" in that Karaoke joint we were at. Ahhh the good ol' days
indeed.
I'm so excited and looking forward to the next time you come home. It's
Christmas and all the holidays rolled in one when you come home. I love
You and I miss You. God Bless You and Your Shipmates for keeping our
country safe and for defending our freedom. Godspeed.
Love,
Mommy
Dear Jon,
Well--I thought of you today during spin class and on my way home from the
gym for 2 reasons: Santana and Michael Buble.
The first reason is our Spin Instructor played a few oldies in between but
the music theme was predominantly Santana. I love Shawntell's Spin class
because she doesn't play all of that high energy crap that you young
generation love so much! LOL!!! Don't ask me how she does it, but she
plays the songs and we work out to the songs on the bike--hard to describe
because you have got to be there. I think the next time you are in town,
I'm taking you to the gym with me--so bring some gym clothes on your next
trip home. Alas, I put in 1.5 hours in the gym today and I feel great.
Now, back to the real subject at hand--YOU. Santana reminds me so much of
you because of the early years you were learning to play the guitar...The
first song (if not, ONE of the first songs) you learned to play for me was
the guitar solo at the beginning of "Black Magic Woman" and I was so proud
of you then. Those were some good ol' days in Alameda even though I
complained that "every night felt like I was at a rock concert." You know
I miss the days you used to play for me. Maybe, on your next trip home,
you can buy a cable and finally play for me again! LOL!!!! Just a thought.
Secondly, Michael Buble--You're probably wondering "what the..." The song
played on the radio was "Home" from Michael Buble and it reminded me of not
only you but all the kids who leave home to live their lives becoming
independent of their parents. But, no worries, I didn't cry. Though, I
did get sad because I truly miss you. Plus, it reminded me of that time
during your last visit to PI where you had food poisoning while Anthony
sang "Home" in that Karaoke joint we were at. Ahhh the good ol' days
indeed.
I'm so excited and looking forward to the next time you come home. It's
Christmas and all the holidays rolled in one when you come home. I love
You and I miss You. God Bless You and Your Shipmates for keeping our
country safe and for defending our freedom. Godspeed.
Love,
Mommy
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