Yesterday I attended a luncheon for various Southern California charitable organizations. While driving there, I kept singing “Here’s to the ladies who lunch. Everybody laugh.” Naturally, I was doing my best Elaine Stritch imitation, and only managed to stop singing aloud once I’d parked my car, walked inside and spotted another living soul.
Anyhoo, the charities represented serve women and children in need. Some are homeless. Others are victims of domestic abuse. Some were recently incarcerated. And some just need a little help. Some of the people who’ve decided to devote themselves to lives of service with these groups were in attendance, and a few of them spoke. I won’t lie. I teared up a couple of times and found the whole scene terribly touching. When all was said and done, I was glad to have been there. And I was grateful my life is so very filled with blessings and love.
After bidding adieu to various ladies, I made my way out to the car and headed home. I was singing aloud again, this time doing my best Ronnie Van Zant impression while belting out “Gimme back, gimme back my bullets” by Lynyrd Skynyrd. I have no idea what that was about.
