On the anniversary (November 29th) of the last cigarette I ever smoked:
A gift. Patsy Cline singing “Three Cigarettes in an Ashtray” (on YouTube, have a listen.)
(Two cigarettes in an ashtray
My love and I in a small cafe
Then a stranger came along and everything went wrong
Now there’s three cigarettes in the ashtray..)
Nostalgia isn’t anymore what it used to be.
Happy anniversary, Alison! To your health! Patsy Cline was fantastic. Her mother was 16 when she had her; her father was a drunk who abandoned his wife and their three children. Patsy went on to become the first woman country music star to headline her own show. At 30 she died in a plane crash on her way home from a performance. Long may she reign.
I love her. Glad you do too.
Patsy was wonderful, and songs like “Faded Love” never get old. That said, “Three Cigarettes in the Ashtray” endures as one of the lamest songs she ever recorded.
Indeed!
Until today, I was the only one who knew your smokebriety day! Congratulations! An odd association, whenever I listen to Patsy Cline I think of “The Last Picture Show.”