WILSON-PHILLIPS/ TWELVE THIRTY

When I was young and there were girls who moved from small towns to find a husband in the big city. They worked in large insurance companies and did some deadly dull stuff. Every night might be a party somewhere in the brick duplexes and apartments. This would allow them an opportunity to meet a possible mate, marry, and live out in the suburbs.

The lucky ones found a male and probably had two kids. They may have worked part time, but they really wanted to be house wives.  There was a time when I was asked to take a young lady from Omaha back to her home in Atlantic, Iowa.

Then I turned around and headed home. A few years later, she had graduated and was working for one of those big insurance companies. We talked and then I no longer saw her. However, in the 80’s about twenty years after we first met, I was riding in the back seat of a car heading for the air port. On Dodge, I saw her stomping her feet to try to stay warm. The view was brief, but I was sorry for her. Her dream appeared not to come to fruition and thus was still working in one of those big monsters called corporation.

The words to twelve thirty sing about such girls and their hopes and dreams not yet realized.

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