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Sometimes every once in a blue moon a song pops up in my head fully formed.  I almost can't write it down fast enough.  It's a sing - along in the old Folk tradition...Think Woody Guthrie meets John Prine. You Should Write A Song About That Chorus: If I had a dollar every time someone said You should write a song about that, I could build me a palace like the Taj Mahal Just to live in the cottage out back I'd throw away caviar, ‘cause I wanted the jars, free grocery store lobsters, hand you keys to my car If I just had a dollar every time someone said, You should write a song about that. Remember the times we used to ride the rails When the train slowed down through town How Jim didn't manage to climb aboard And the train just ran him on down He was too young to die, as everyone said And man that’s a god damn fact Remember those days, we were crazy and wild, You should write a song...

I don’t mind sleeping through the night, or not getting the medicine together twice a day, or mixing and weighing his formula recipe.   I don’t miss having songs by the Wiggles or Barney stuck in my head for hours, or the endless laundry.   Most of the trappings of having a special needs child have fallen to the wayside in these past sixteen months—except, it seems, for one.  Since Isaac was almost four, we would wake up, make coffee, get the medicine and formula together while the coffee was brewing, take the coffee and the medicine into his room, give him his medicine, sip the coffee, get him dressed, load up his chair with all that he would need for the day, take another sip, load him into his chair, find him a movie to watch or maybe just bring him into the kitchen, then the short wait for the bus to pull up in the alley, load him up and in and he was gone.   I would walk back up the ramp and sit at the table. — One boy off to school, the other who di...