In an effort to express how the music of John Mellencamp touches our every day lives, a display of one picture and one lyric, will be posted every day as part of a year-long project. Images and thoughts to ponder. This is picture # 20.
Thinking About You from No Better Than This
It’s not my nature
To be nostalgic at all
I sat by the phone last night
Waiting for you to call
It’s been decades since I spoke to you
I just wanted to say
I’ve been thinking about you
She dialed the number and waited, her mind focused on what she was about to do. Her emotions a mix of frustration, anger, and profound sadness, she took a deep breath to steady the tremor that threatened to betray her usually calm and confident professional demeanor. To her surprise, an older man’s voice spoke a soft hello on the other end of the phone.
Surprised and caught off guard, she said, “You are definitely not Child Protective Services.”
“No, I’m not,” and chuckled some, “But I’ll tell you whatcha do.” He recited the number from memory. “We get 5 or 6 calls a week from people who forget to dial the area code.”
She looked at the number on the card and realized he was right. It was a toll free number, not local. She was about to apologize when he said, “It used to upset my wife something awful sometimes, getting’ all these calls for the children. Used to put her head on my shoulder and just cry. See, we couldn’t have any children of our own. The Lord saw fit to bless us in other ways I suppose. We always had each other.”
“That is so sad. I am so sorry to have bothered you.” He sounded so lonely. She glanced at the clock and heard the teacher call the little boy’s name; she sounded frustrated, at the end of her rope. He had had a particularly rough day. She really needed to make this phone call.
The man’s voice interrupted her thoughts. “We were married 45 years. Met in grade school and known each other our whole lives. We used to walk to church together every Sunday. I’d try to hold her hand and she’d laugh and run away. She always knew how to laugh.”
“You must miss her.”
The man was quiet for a moment. “Oh that I do. Every day, but it’s been quite some time since I thought of her smile. It could light up a room. Young lady, if I might say, I would be lying if I didn’t say I was glad you dialed the wrong number. Usually everyone’s in a bit of a hurry to make their call. You took the time to talk to a lonely old man. Gave me some nice memories to think about.”
She smiled, wistful, thinking briefly of what they must have been like when they were young and so in love. “Well, I’m glad I called, too.”
“You go on now, make your phone call. And God Bless you.”
She did make that phone call, but as the recording came on the line giving her instructions on how to file a suspected child abuse report, she thought maybe something good might’ve happened today after all.
And it all started with a phone call.
Love and Happiness~ Christine