Broom Hilda by Russell Myers for February 11, 2025

Followed by “The Song of the Empty Head” for neglecting to fill the gas tank!

Just get the broom out of the trunk.

194919671982, Hopefully, she remembered to put it in the trunk.

What? The gas tank?

A thumb goes up, a car goes by

It’s nearly 1 AM and here am I

Hitchin’ a ride, hitchin’ a ride

Gotta get me home by the mornin’ light

“The Song of the Hitchhiking (Old) Witch”

Soon to be replaced by, “The Song of the Empty Battery”.

“On the road again”.

The is an “Open Road Song”. It’s by Eve 6. It’s one of the songs I would sometimes play when I was taking a road trip.

Should keep her broom in the trunk for emergencies.

I much prefer “Beyond the Blue Horizon”.

Life is an open road It’s the best story never told It’s an endless sky, it’s the deepest sea Life is an open road to me—— Bryan Adams

Gasp! You mean we won’t have $2.00 gas and eggs for $1.25 a dozen?

1956 Plymouth v8 ?!?

Broomy, how many times do I have to remind you? Use your magic powers….geeeeesh!

Almost Heaven, West Virginia

Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River

Life is old there, older than the trees

My car just died now, sucking on the breeze

Country roads, take me home

To the place I belong

Exxon oil, mountain mama

Take me home, country roads

All my memories gather ’round her

Gas pump lady, stranger to blue water

Dark and dusty, painted on the sky

Misty smell of premium, teardrop in my eye

Country roads, take me home

To the place I belong

Exxon oil, mountain mama

Take me home, country roads

I hear her voice in the mornin’ hour, she calls me

The radio reminds me fill your gas tank right away

Drivin’ down the road, I get a feelin’

That I should’ve stopped for gas yesterday, yesterday

I hear her voice in the mornin’ hour, she calls me

The radio reminds me fill your gas tank right away

Drivin’ down the road, I get a feelin’

That I should’ve stopped for gas yesterday, yesterday

Take me home, (down) country roads

Take me home, (down) country roads

I believe ‘The Sound of the Gravel Crunching’ might be the next compelling song ( ´･･)ﾉ(._.`)

Broomie, you can always use your broom to get where you’re going.

I grew up in an air Base and the WW2 era Jeeps had a stick by the driver to check if it needed gas, none of them had a gas gauge that was accurate.