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To: MulhollandDrive who wrote (187)	5/11/2001 11:11:24 AM
From: Neenny	Respond to of 3937

Mrs Peel, Just for you...your collection would not be complete without it!! You Can Call Me AL Paul Simon A man walks down the street He says why am I soft in the middle now Why am I soft in the middle The rest of my life is so hard I need a photo opportunity I want a shot at redemption Don’t want to end up a cartoon In a cartoon graveyard Bone-digger, bone-digger Dogs in the moonlight Far away my well-lit door Mr. Beerbelly, beerbelly Get these mutts away from me You know I don’t find this stuff Amusing anymore If you’ll be my bodyguard I can be your long lost pal I can call you Betty And Betty when you call me You can call me Al A man walks down the street He says why am I short of attention Got a short little span of attention And woe my nights are so long Where’s my wife and family What if I die here Who’ll be my role model Now that my role model is Gone gone He ducked back down the alley With some roly-poly little bat-faced girl All along along There were incidents and accidents There were hints and allegations If you’ll be my bodyguard I can be your long lost pal I can call you Betty And Betty when you call me You can call me Al Call me Al A man walks down the street It’s a street in a strange world Maybe it’s the third world Maybe it’s his first time around He doesn’t speak the language He holds no currency He is a foreign man He is surrounded by the sound The sound Cattle in the marketplace Scatterlings and orphanages He looks around around He sees angels in the architecture Spinning in infinity He says Amen and Hallelujah If you’ll be my bodyguard I can be your long lost pal I can call you Betty And Betty when you call me You can call me Al Call me Na na na na … If you’ll be my bodyguard I can be your long lost pal I can call you Betty And Betty when you call me You can call me Al Call me Al <WC>This would have been much better had it been posted by Alan Smithee, Gloop or even OMD.....LOL . The first verse says it all!!!

To: MulhollandDrive who wrote (187)	5/11/2001 11:27:17 AM
From: Neenny	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 3937

Since previously we have discussed our Mom's......this one if for my mom. She turned 70 last September. Now I must share a bit about why this so is incredibly relevant. When my mom was in 9th grade, she became friends with the new girl at her school, Sarah Jane. I guess they were both around 14 or 15 years old. Now, 55+ years later, at age 70, they are still best of friends. Through thick and thin. Through their teens, through their twenties, through marriages, through raising their families, through the death of their spouses, they have remained friends. Now into the retirement years they have done some traveling together and their friendship remains an example to me of what it means to call someone a "friend" Old Friends Paul Simon Old friends Old friends Sat on their park bench Like bookends A newspaper blown through the grass Falls on the round toes On the high shoes Of the old friends Old friends Winter companions The old men Lost in their overcoats Waiting for the sunset The sounds of the city Sifting through trees Settle like dust On the shoulders Of the old friends Can you imagine us Years from today Sharing a park bench quietly? How terribly strange To be seventy Old friends Memory brushes the same years Silently sharing the same fear