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Sunday, July 31, 2022
Sunday Drive: The Beach Boys
It's been too damn hot this summer to even think about outdoor recreation of any kind, least of all lying out on hot sand, sizzling like a sausage. But now that the daily high temps have climbed back down to a balmy 100 degrees, a cool dip in the ocean - followed immediately by a quick dash into a shady bar well stocked with ice-cold refreshments - begins to seem a pleasant thought again.
We live hundreds of miles from the ocean, so that's a no-go, but as a public service the Blue Truck presents a playlist of beach music from the guys who invented it. Pick your favorite tune, spin the record, and remember how nice it was to be young and breezy - perhaps with a long-ago summer romance thrown in for good measure. Enjoy.
The music (and boys) that my adolescent fantasies were made of. I could only dream of surfing as there are no waves along the Connecticut shore (unless there's a hurricane brewing) but I was a beach addict and still am.
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is discord, harmony; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; where there is sadness, joy. Grant that I may seek not so much to be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love. For it is in giving that we receive; it is in pardoning that we are pardoned; and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life. Amen.
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We cannot all do great things, but we can do small things with great love.
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Churches say that the expression of love in a heterosexual monogamous relationship includes the physical, the touching, embracing, kissing, the genital act - the totality of our love makes each of us grow to become increasingly godlike and compassionate. If this is so for the heterosexual, what earthly reason have we to say that it is not the case with the homosexual?
It is a perversion if you say to me that a person chooses to be homosexual. You must be crazy to choose a way of life that exposes you to a kind of hatred. It's like saying you choose to be black in a race-infected society.
If God, as they say, is homophobic, I wouldn't worship that God.
3 comments:
The music (and boys) that my adolescent fantasies were made of. I could only dream of surfing as there are no waves along the Connecticut shore (unless there's a hurricane brewing) but I was a beach addict and still am.
I love this sound so much - Like Frank, I dreamt of these guys...
So glad you like, fellas.
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