Love is but a song we sing
Fear's the way we die
You can make the mountains ring
Or make the angels cry
Though the bird is on the wing
And you may not know why
Come on people now
Smile on your brother
Everybody get together
Try to love one another
Right now
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ySvYx7XyBws )
Good morning, everyone! Yet another Wednesday! Have you noticed? This seems to happen almost EVERY WEEK!
To honor repetition I'll have a mug of East India Company's "Royal Blend" tea, rice, and a bowl of miso soup. (Frankly, I think I'd rather have a Big Mac, but I'll be good.)
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The answer is not that interesting  Tight means "soundly", "well", etc. That's all. |
Again, that's the 'meaning' of 'tight' as it's used.
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But the "legends" about the phrase are indeed interesting.
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These are what I was referring to!
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One, for example, 'suggests' (for there is no actual proof) that the phrase arose from the days when bed frames were strung with a cross-hatch of rope to support a straw or horsehair mattress. Before retiring, one would check and adjust these ropes to be sure that they would remain firm during the night's sleep, hence 'sleep tight.' I don't know if there is any truth to the story, but it's fun to imagine!
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My other bane is distance. It kills any feelings.
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How different we are! One of the things that attracted me to my first wife was that she lived hundreds of miles away and could only get together on weekends. We used the 'Commuter Shuttle' air flights between our cities, one week I'd travel there, the next she would come to me...
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I need a personal contact, or I behave like a turtle. Withdraw into my shell. I guess that it hurts me when I cannot be in touch when I miss a person and in order to minimise the damage I burn all the bridges.
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And I defend mine!
(I guess this is what keeps everyone from betting on the same horse!) Perhaps I'm a Romantic. It's those memories of the last time we were together that keeps me going...
Ilsa: I wasn't sure you were the same. Let's see, the last time we met...
Rick: Was La Belle Aurore.
Ilsa: How nice, you remembered. But of course, that was the day the Germans marched into Paris.
Rick: Not an easy day to forget.
Ilsa: No.
Rick: I remember every detail. The Germans wore gray, you wore blue.
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I still remember our good byes holding each other in Heathrow and Ben Gurion.
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Rick:Where I'm going, you can't follow. What I've got to do, you can't be any part of. Ilsa, I'm no good at being noble, but it doesn't take much to see that the problems of three little people don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world. Someday you'll understand that.
[Ilsa lowers her head and begins to cry]
Rick: Now, now...
[Rick gently places his hand under her chin and raises it so their eyes meet]
Rick: Here's looking at you kid.
(pausing to dry my eyes...)
I think it's so amazing that each and every one of us has such different feelings, different ways of looking at life and love, different ways of handling our needs and wants, yet despite these differences, we manage to create full, rich lives for ourselves and our loved ones. I don't know how it all works, but it's certainly clear that it does! YIPPEE!
... and I'll drink to that! Another mug of "Royal Blend!"
Stitchawl