On our eighth wedding anniversary in 1971, my wife and I went to a tiny pizza parlour in Arkansas. . .
Pioneers, serving where the "need was great", we had enough money for two slices of pizza and two soft drinks. I agonized about spending another quarter on the juke box. Oh well, what's money?
The song?
Isn't It a Pity?
"Isn't it a pity
Now, isn't it a shame
How we break each other's hearts
And cause each other pain
How we take each other's love
Without thinking anymore
Forgetting to give back
Isn't it a pity
Some things take so long
But how do I explain
When not too many people
Can see we're all the same
And because of all their tears
Their eyes can't hope to see
The beauty that surrounds them
Isn't it a pity
Isn't it a pity
Isn't is a shame
How we break each other's hearts
And cause each other pain
How we take each other's love
Without thinking anymore
Forgetting to give back
Isn't it a pity
Forgetting to give back
Isn't it a pity
Forgetting to give back
Now, isn't it a pity"
TMS