We spent Memorial Day weekend in Maryland, hanging out with good friends. It was quite a drive from Jersey; with the construction by the Delaware bridge, there was an additional 45 minutes to the usual 3.5-hour drive.
This song came on and I just looked at Le Mari. I remembered him saying that his father would play Peter Pan whenever he was sick. He grew up with that lost boy in mind.
With the heat pounding our windshield and the traffic making his legs hurt, the ethereal voice of Ruth B filled our small space in the road. The depth of the lyrics combined with Le Mari’s sentiment, this song easily took a spot in our favorites list.
the salt of your skin 