October 21, 2015:
Today, I’m forty-nine. Here’s a glimpse into my random waking thoughts / stream of consciousness:
“I’m a Forty-Niner. . . Joe Montana was too. . .
I need to Google “forty-niner” (a prospector in the California gold rush of 1849). . .
Niner = Miner. . .
Neil Young, “. . . I’ve been a miner for a heart of gold. . .”
I am a miner for a Heart of Gold. . . now, I need to listen to that song. . .
And then I did.
Maybe it’s just me feeling all happy with my birthday-self, but I misted up at the first couple of lines.
And today, especially, I feel like these words have a deeper meaning for me. As I embark on my fifth decade of this wondrous life. . .
I wanna live
I wanna give
I’ve been a miner for a Heart of Gold.
Here’s a young Neil Young. . . he starts playing around 1:46.