Thanks for these videos. I got to know Glens music when I was a kid. During my parents’ turbulent relationship (which ended in divorce) my dad took off on one of his disappearing acts and headed out to the desert (in Arizona, of course). So, naturally years later whenever “By the Time I Get to Phoenix” came on the radio, mom would stop what she was doing and start singing along with Glen.
My parents were entertainers who left me with other families for years at a time. Despite inevitable bad feelings about that I kept a love for them while not accepting the foster’s offerings of adoption. Which was regarded as ingratitude and eventual destruction of that relationship.
I mention only to show no matter what we rise to the better despite obstacles and unfortunate circumstances. Memory snippets of my own parents, faulty as they were, still serve as a grounding that everyone needs to start from. Example: I recalled, from a Free Republic post, that my father once took a job refinishing and painting a carousel’s horses (a true Renaissance man of talents), and that I learned painting techniques helping him at six years old.
Time has dissolved the harsh emotions and eventually let me see the positive aspects, with a better understanding of their circumstances. It defies my favorite tag line below.