One little Letter, one HUGE difference

Bev put on a Golden Oldies disc

when Hippy Hippy Shake

jumped out of the player.

Chad Romero, I said.

Who?

Chad Romero, the singer. How good is my memory?

When she went into the shower, I sneaked a look at the CD cover

to make sure I’d got it right.

Huh? Swinging Blue Jeans, it said.

That’s funny, I thought, I’m sure it was Chad Romero.

So I Googled the name.

My heart sank.

‘Chad went home to be with the Lord,’ the Obituary began, ‘on April 23rd, 2017.’

Bullshit, I said. Chad was a hell-raiser. He wouldn’t have gone meekly as that.

There was no mention of his singing career.

So I Googled ‘Hippy Hippy Shake’ and there he was : CHAN ROMERO.Singer, composer, lyricist.

The full package.

And he’s still alive. Still rocking.

Sometimes one little letter can make a HUGE difference.

Reece Didn’t Mind

Reece didn’t mind that I pointed out the spelling error in his notice,

claiming he was in a hurry when he did it, at the start of Covid,

and that auto correct doesn’t pick up errors  in CAPITALS;

and I was only the third person to notice anyway in all that time ;

he still gave me the pen and paper — & while the others

were playing at playing golf, I was playing at being a writer,

chasing after errant words while others chased after errant balls;

when I showed Reece what I had written , he said, Hey! That’s not

how you spell my name: it’s ‘RHYS’, he smiled. He got me there