Radar Love

Radar Love

I shouldn’t say this.  If I were a superstitious person, I’d think I was jinxing myself, but I’m not a superstitious person.  But still, here it is written down.  If tomorrow, the skies deliver a nasty message from beyond, I’ll be to blame.  The meteorologist keeps threatening, and warning, and threatening.  I find myself glued to the computer staring at the radar.  I love the radar.  What a great agglomeration of good information in such a small thing.  I don’t know how many of you remember 1973, but I am reminded of the Golden Earring song, “Radar Love.”  I always thought that’s what that song said, but I’ve been corrected numerous times over the years in that it was “red eye love.”  However, as I sat down this evening, I decided to look up who wrote the song and discovered (much to my delighted, if not delayed, gloat), that it is “Radar Love”!  Exulted in my new discovery, I think I finally understand the true meaning of that song.  Hey, Golden Earring didn’t double as farmers did they?