My personal mantra in the 80’s. My brother from another
mother, Neal Phelon had lived in Oklahoma
for years and began exploring then popular country music. He turned me on to
this song. I could honestly relate to the song’s sentiment, if not the details.
In hindsight I suspect I was no crazier than most, no more rebellious. While
most of my siblings and cousins were “responsible” family men and women, I was simply
acting out my teenage angst in my late 20’s early 30’s. The period of my life coincided
with my years living in West Hartford , part of
which was the 2 year House of Pain Saga.
I have enjoyed waltzing down memory lane with these songs. I
suspect our upcoming relocation is an underlying reason for these memories
bubbling up into my consciousness (something about turning pages and
chapters….)…..
I have sadly lost touch with Sue “Yoko Ono” Nash & Chris
“Spud” Reed. We lost our dear friend Jimmy Ahern in 2011. Neal Phelon truly blessed
me by asking me to be his daughter
Jessica’s godfather - a privilege I have always held dear; Jess has grown into
a fine woman and mother who I love beyond words.
I will leave the last words on the House of Pain to John
Anderson’s lyrics for this song:
“…the family had a good name. Papa and mama wanted all for us they never
had. Big brother, little brother. sister too - none of them turned out half
bad, except me; I'm the black sheep of the family”.
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