A Good Run of Bad Luck

There was a time when I listened to a lot of country music. But I did not start out as a country fan.

As a teen, I was a true rocker and country and disco music were two things that made my skin crawl.

While in the Army, I crewed helicopters. The control of the radio was in the cockpit, so you either listened to what the pilot liked or you spent hours with just the hum of the aircraft. Most the pilots listened to country, and after several years, I began to actually enjoy it.

I became a fan of Randy Travis, Garth Brooks, Brooks and Dunn, among other country stars. What I liked about the music was that it told a story, one that was usually believable, and one that could happen to you.

The last few years, I’ve been listening more to Alternative music, but the last month has made me thinking about at least one country song.

Clint Black has a song “A Good Run of Bad Luck” which is a great description of the last couple of months.

So far, My wife got her car destroyed in an accident (she is fine), the washing machine broke (it cost more to fix than replace) the stove door won’t close (costs almost as much to fix as replace), my roto tiller finally gave up, my truck developed a coolant leak (had to replace the coolant tank), the jeep developed a “death shutter” ($1200 worth of front end work) and we found out we need the heating ducts replaced, but first we need to get the asbestos abated. All this and I haven’t had a paycheck since January.

Now to be perfectly honest, I’m starting to get a little bit down. But there is something inside me that keeps telling me that I’m going to catch a break soon, and this will be all behind me.

There is an old joke that goes; “what do you get when you play a country song backwards?” The answer is: “You get your dog, your truck and your wife back!”

Several of my friends have told me I should write a book about my life, I’m starting to wonder if a song is more in order.

Maybe I can write it backwards.