25 Songs for 25 Years, no. 1

Twenty-Five years ago today, a young lady took leave of her senses, stood in front of a bunch of people and married me. This was possibly the only time in our life together when I exercised better judgment than she did; she was dumb enough to marry me, and I was smart enough to hold her to it.

Over the course of all those years, there has been a lot of music that's been part of our lives. For the rest of the day, I'm going to post songs that have had some significance for us, or that remind me of key events in our life, or that we just like.

When we were dating, I lived in Glendora and Terri lived in Sherman Oaks. To complicate matters, I worked nights and she worked days. I got off at 7:00 AM, she went to work at 8:00; she got off at 5:00, and I went to work at 10:00. That gave us very little time to be together, and it was at least a 40-minute drive each way.

I had a favorite tape in my car, recorded by an Irish-traditional band named "Train to Sligo" (remember the name, you'll hear it again today); one of their songs, written by the band's leader, Thom Moore, tells the story of a poor sot who is so in love that he walks 12 miles from Killeshandra to Cavan every Sunday to spend a few hours with the girl he loves before making the long walk back. I could relate.

Cavan Girl.