Wandering through the produce aisle yesterday morning I was surprised to hear the Annie Lennox song, "Missionary Man," coming through the store's speaker system. It was 8:00 am on a Sunday and lyrics like,
"Well, I was born an original sinner. I was borne from original sin. And if I had a dollar bill for all the things I've done, there'd be a mountain of money piled up to my chin," seemed a tad out of place for a Sunday morning at the Shoprite.
I'm a big fan of Annie Lennox and was an immediate fan of the song when it came out in 1986. Those days you would have found me and a few friends doing the bar thing in the Fells Point section of Baltimore. A night of drinkin' the suds meant there would be laughter and of course dancing.
We often started out the evening at a place called "The Horse You Came in On" and finished off the night sweating it out on the dance floor at "The Dead End." When a song like Missionary Man came on you could be sure the gang was out on the floor jumping around to the beat.
It was just that dancing mob that I pictured as I stopped to listen to Annie Lennox belt it out. I laughed. And then I picked up a second sweet potato and put it in my cart pushing on as I sang along.