I am not sure of my ethnicity but think it is part English, some Scot, maybe some Irish.  I am fairly certain that Gypsy is not coursing thru my veins.  I wish it was.  From movies I have seen and things I have read, those folks have a passion for life that few of us can muster.  They get excited by life. Their music makes them dance, their dancing makes them hungry for food cooked over an open fire and their food makes them want to drink some wine that may or may not be of the proper aging.  There seems to me a natural rhythm to their lives.

Lately I have been listening to some old music that seems to have grown on me.  A rendition of “Petite Fleur” by Chris Barber seems to start my old feet to moving.  I want to follow that music with some dance steps that have been gone from my repertoire for some time.  It is almost like playing “air guitar”.  You just want to move.  Tonite I listened to “Stranger on the Shore” as done by Acker Bilk.  It does the same thing.  Both of these songs put gypsy in my soul and in my feet.  Alas, you cant always be what you arent.  You cant be a cowboy as you wanted when you were 5 yrs old.  Or an ace fighter pilot.  There has already been one John Wayne.  I settled in comfortably as a father, a husband and a CPA. All of those are kind of like being a gypsy. 

Here I stand, watching the tide go out.  So alone and blue, dreaming dreams of you.  I watched your ship as it sailed out to the sea, taking all my dreams and taking all of me.   Those certainly sound like the words to a gypsy song. Put the the sounds of a clarinet to those words and they will make you want to dance, eat at the camp fire and generally think gypsy thoughts.  They will make you have a passion for life.

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