Tuesday's commute - Penn Station, subway stairs and nighttime at Bellmore.

I have been listening to the Monkees and to the Young Rascals on my iPod. I remember the delight being a child these last days of the year. Today I will go to Pearl Paint and get Alex some art supplies for Christmas. Possibly some good pencils and a sketch pad.

A gift that I hope he will never outgrow.

"Good lovin'.
Good lovin'.
Good lovin'.

I was feelin' somethin' bad,
I asked my family doctor just what I had,
I said, "Doctor, Doctor,
Mr. M.D., Doctor,
Now can you tell me, tell me, tell me,
What's ailin' me?"
Doctor.

He said, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yes, indeed, all you really need,
Is good lovin'.
Gimme that good, good lovin.
Good lovin'.
All I need is lovin'.
Good lovin'.
Good lovin', baby.

Baby please, squeeze me tight.
Squeeze me tight.
Now don't you want your baby,
To feel alright? Feel alright.
I said Baby, Baby.
Now it's for sure,
It's for sure.
I got the fever, Baby, Baby,
But you've got the cure.
You've got the cure.

I said, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah."
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yes, indeed, all I really need,
Is good lovin'.
Gimme that good, good lovin.
Good lovin',
All I need is lovin',
Good lovin',
Good lovin', baby."

Wishing you all some good lovin'.....my best.