Go Friday Night

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By Lew
December 11, 2004

Psalm No. 3

Blessed are the knuckleheads...
Blessed are the long-haired, the unruly, the disenfranchised..
Blessed are the dropouts, the screwups, the ne'er-do-wells...
Blessed are the nervous, living in trailer-park double-wides,
scratching and clawing, not answering the bill collector's calls
Blessed are the cowboys on their Saturday nights...
Blessed are the rowdy...
Blessed are the flawed...

Blessed are the pipe fitters, the ironworkers, the wheel alignment specialists, the carpenters and dishwashers and paper or plastic supermarket captives of a time clock...
Blessed are the farmers
Blessed are the housepainters
Blessed are the firemen and cops, and US Postal workers and the career enlisted military men, hashmarks down their pressed sleeves.
Blessed are the truck drivers, alone against the night...
Blessed are the work-on-commission salesmen, bounced from another office without a sale...
Blessed are the security guards...
Blessed are the fry order cooks..
Blessed are the commuters, stuck in traffic...
Blessed are the third-base coaches, the utility infielders, the ground crew working in the sun...
Blessed are the character actors and the stuntmen and the lighting crew...
Blessed are the bass guitar players...
Blessed are the unappreciated with rough hands, calluses built stronger every day, dirt deep under the fingernails, skat soap and hot water needed every night...
Blessed are the unnoticed with tired feet that are stuffed inside steel-toed boots and door to door wingtips...
Blessed are the uncounted with tired legs that are stuffed inside denim and uniform cotton...
Blessed are the uncomfortable with hungover heads that are stuffed under hard hats in the morning...

Blessed are the untouched with still-beating hearts that are covered by pocket protectors filled with ball-point pens..
Blessed are the hastily married...
Blessed are the divorced...
Blessed are the stepfathers...
Blessed are the stepchildren...
Blessed are the stepchildren of the stepchildren...
Blessed are the weak, who want to be strong...
Blessed are the poor, who want to be rich...
Blessed are the inarticulate, who want to speak...
Blessed are the frustrated...
Blessed are the restless...

A window to the imagination stays open...
A racetrack on a sunny day..
A black car steams from the back, get out of the way, get out of the way, pushing through the multicolored obstacles in front...
Get out of the way...
A great roar comes from the car, from the crowd, from deep within each and every thoraic cavity...
Get out of the way...
The action comes past in a blur...

Blessed are the knuckleheads, most of us, caught wherever we are caught, doing whatever we are doing, wishing, looking to get outside our lives and fly...
Blessed is Dale

Dale Earnhardt 1951-2001
He found the way.

Leigh Montville
March 2001

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