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Everyday in the morning when you get up and you crawl out of bed
And you crawl out of bed and you crawl out of bed
Everyday in the morning when you get up and you crawl out of bed
And you look at the moon where the window is
And the stars shine, and the stars shine, and the stars shine
Everyday in the morning when you get up and you crawl out of bed

And way down below in the sun belt
And the telephones, and the telephone, and the telephones
And you look out the moon where the window is
Everyday in the morning when you get up and you crawl out of bed

And some of us breathe in the brown ground
Where the worms clown, where the worms clown, where the worms clown
Way down below in the sun belt
Everyday in the morning when you get up and you crawl out of bed

And every night when you lay down
You fall flat, you fall flat, you fall flat
Some of us breathe in the brown ground
Everyday in the morning when you get up and you crawl out of bed

So we’re asleep in the same dream
In the snort fort, the snort fort, the snort fort
And every night when you lay down
Everyday in the morning when you get up and you crawl out of bed

Santa Claus modified snow peas
On the sun roofs, on the sun roofs, on the sun roofs
So we’re asleep in the same dream
Everyday in the morning when you get up and you crawl out of bed

If you look in the mirror it’s your father’s face
And the thin grin, the thin grin, the thin grin
It’s Santa Claus pulling up snow peas
Everyday in the morning when you get up and you crawl out of bed

And there’s tears in the bank and the credit card
In the back yard, in the back yard, in the back yard
If you look in the mirror it’s your father’s face
Everyday in the morning when you get up and you crawl out of bed

And once in a while when the wind blows
And the heart winds, and the heart winds, and the heart winds
There’s tears in the bank and a credit card
Everyday in the morning when you get up and you crawl out of bed

But there’s lint in the pocket and a breath mint
Or a car key, or a car key, or a car key
Once in a while when the wind blows
Everyday in the morning when you get up and you crawl out of bed

And your kid has a face like a walnut
From the ice cream, from the ice cream, from the ice cream
But there’s lint in the pocket and a breath mint
Everyday in the morning when you get up and you crawl out of bed

Everyday in the morning when you get up and you crawl out of bed
Everyday in the morning when you get up and you crawl out of bed

By Leo Kottke

3240 Nordman.  Interesting how you remember the first address you ever had, but you forget the last one you had.  That is the place I came to from University of Michigan Hospital on July 13th 1950.  It was a small place…an  incredibly small place.  There was a forest that surrounded the entire yard.  Tall pine trees with lots of needles and pine cones.  And it all stood on a dirt road.

When my Dad returned from World War II he had a bride he hardly knew and a little baby he had never seen.  I picked up somewhere that his dream was to go to med school and become a doctor.  After surviving the Nazi’s and George S. Patton patching up wounded soldiers as a medic, that only seemed natural.  I don’t know if I ever heard what derailed all of those dreams.  I would imagine it was along the lines of, well, life.  Life got in the way of hard won dreams.

He needed to find a place for his new family.  He couldn’t live with In-Laws who figured everything bad or wrong that ever happened to their only child was his fault.  Therefore, you buy what you can afford and you get a job doing what you can to pay for the place.  He did end up at the University of Michigan, in their food service making ice cream every day for med students.  Ironic, no, that is life.  He would have been a good doctor.  He was a kind, generous, caring man.