re: #198 Ericus58

It’s a Wonderful Life… and Bing Crosby music.

I’m old fashion.

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Maybe it says something about me - perhaps it’s some sort of twisted synesthesia deal - but every time I hear Bing Crosby’s “White Christmas,” I have this image, like a scene from a movie:

It’s a guy - late 40’s, several days’ stubble on his face - sitting at a crappy walnut-stained birch table. There’s dingy green carpet on the floor, the walls are some sorta dirty yellowish mess from years of heavy indoor smoking, a bare bulb burns in a lamp without a shade in the corner behind his left shoulder.

On the table in front of him is an ashtray overflowing with butts, a couple old newspapers, a paper cup full of cigarette butts, a fifth with about two fingers of bourbon left in it. He’s wearing a Santa Claus hat, the white trim streaked and soiled, the red felt matted and worn in places. He’s staring at something about a half-mile away, on the other side of the wall, unblinking.

Honestly, every freakin’ time I hear that song, that’s the image I get.