Monday, February 16, 2009

Tribute to the Woman of My Life

Memories are the only reality to the past. Great nations of old were built upon the memories of their people, the dreams of their rulers. Memories mold the lives of individuals and form the culture of the populace. The power of recollection sheds light on the enigma of memory and the post requisite necessity of reflection.

One woman has given me more memories than the sands of the sea.

Native American legends have been passed down from generation to generation through the memories of the seasoned elders of the tribe. The culture of a tribe hangs on the hinge of memory. Each personal identity is formed through experiences that are continually being connected to throughout life. All people are different, but similar chords can be struck between them that have eternal resounding echoes.

I am who I am today because of one woman who plucked the chords of my heart. They say that you can tell a lot about a man by the kind of car he drives. I drive a 1989 Buick Park Avenue with maroon velvet seats. What does that say about me? Luxury.




The Dutchess is luxury, she is my woman.
She made me the man I am today.
I would never trade my Dutchess for any flashy sports car or mini van.

She is the Woman of My Life.


Lee in his Dutchess lovin' her strong.

12 comments:

Martha said...

Ha ha that's great. Every time I spot you driving around in your woman warmth is brought to my heart!

Anonymous said...

Oh man...you should have bought her some chocolates...or roses. What do cars get for Valentines day? It's sad that you two could never be married. Those little half-Lee, half-Dutchess babies would be awesome...

Celestyn H said...

Oh the Dutchess, such a royal beauty! What could be better than maroon velvet? Perhaps the ceiling with hundreds of sparkling T-pins...
Long Live the Dutchess!

Matt and Jenni said...

lol, lee! 'lovin her strong'
BWAHAHAHA!! I love you. And yes, you ARE luxurious. I'm so glad your woman pleases you so. ;)

Anonymous said...

She has been a trusty part of the family, that is certain. By my count, she's Buick #6 for us. The style is timeless, the comfort is unmatched, and the size is legendary. I'm proud to bring home #7 to the parents, my Blue Whale.

Unknown said...

Crack me up! I'm glad to hear she's been good to you though :)

We are going to the high school musical next Tuesday. Would love to see ya there!

Lisa said...

Lee, go ahead and break my heart why don't ya?! I thought I was the woman of your life??

Andy and Cecy said...

Lee Cannon!! Oh my goodness, I just found your blog and had to stop by and say hello!!! How are things going?

Anonymous said...

I was reading this blog and thought what a wonderful and special tribute to your Mother, Nancy, and then saw you were writing about the Dutchess! You had me going. Your are bad!
--Pam--

Hannah said...

Long live The Dutchess! But, Leesif. Yes, we can get Rum AND Raisin Ice cream when you come here. NOT raisin ice cream AND rum. I know how your mind works, Cannage. It's not very good anyways, so maybe we should just nix both and go with straight up vodka.

Anonymous said...

WOW. Here I come onto this "Cannon Collection" of yours to read your thoughts...and the first few paragraphs on this post captured my heart and made me fall in love with you as a writer...THEN I keep scrolling down to read that you were talking about your CAR!!! LOL. You're truly a funny, funny fella! It IS a pretty sweet car though!!! :)

Celestyn H said...

I just had a nightmare that very bad people were trying to kill me and they were all driving around in the dutchess. It was a chase like those in 24. I will still continue to drive in the dutchess, but if I see her coming towards me I'm running.