I remember very little of my childhood but I do remember when it was time to head home
from play I would think to myself that I had better put the “tin in the wind” and get my butt
movin’ in the right direction.
Isn’t it funny that throughout life, no matter what your focus might be at the moment, it is
probably time to get your “tin in the wind”.
The wife probably has supper ready.
I think the lawn needs mowin’.
The boss expects this report by morning.
Got a nice catch of bass, time to go weigh-in.
Looks like a storm coming from the West.
Got to deliver this load before five.
Lets crank up the RV and move on.
Yup, no doubt about it, better put the “tin in the wind”. After all, "Life is not a journey to the
grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather
sliding in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and proclaiming 'Wow! What a
ride!" Whoever first said that certainly had their "Tin in the Wind".
A little drop of "Ol' Man River" with us always