I’m sad today that John Prine is dead.

So I am going to listen to his music all day long.

And as I sit here, appreciating every word, I think, “Why did I not listen to him for so long?”

And then I remember…

My ex-husband LOVED to hear his own voice.

And he thought he had a superior singing voice.

Bad combination.

But what made it worse was that while he sang, boisterously, to John Prine, he tried to imitate him.

It just came across as if he was singing out of his nose.

He’s probably doing it right this minute.

I shudder to think.

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