I was sitting on a hill yesterday in town, at a free concert in the park, with my son. He was eating a corndog — his very first. (He loved it.) The sky was blue, the air was cool. We’d biked up to the show together on the path behind our house.
And I was thinking about this line from Jon Batiste’s new album, “BIG MONEY”:
You can be living the life
But not living the dream
That means something different to everyone — certainly different to you than to me.
What I like about living up here is the pace. People aren’t in a rush, and if something doesn’t get done that day, it’s OK. There’s always tomorrow. The afternoons can be spent at the park, or on a bike, or at the golf course, or on the mountain. And I get to spend a lot of time with my family, and especially with my son.
I don’t know what “the dream” really means, but a summer afternoon splitting a corndog with my son in the park has to be pretty close to it.