It is funny how the mind works.

At least mine.

After the storms the other night, I stood out on my front deck and watched the activity down the street.

It was a dark night — made darker by that fact that no pole lights or house lights were on, as the power had gone out.

All of which made the lights and boom lift of the Volunteer Electric trucks  a welcome sight indeed.

I was fascinated by the boom which lifted a brave worker to the top of the telephone pole and left him to perform his solitary job with the skill of a surgeon.

And just as I watched, a song came to my mind and, before I knew it, here I was, quietly singing the words of Glen Campbell’s “Wichita Lineman”  …

Hadn’t heard the song in years.

Hadn’t wanted to.

Never liked it.

Still, there I was singing it seemingly in honor of these VEC workers.

Like I said, strange how the mind works. Again, at least mine.

Just moments later I heard a voice down from the work site yell, “OK, here we go.”

Two seconds later, there were lights everywhere, air conditioners kicked back on, and applause could be heard.

Yes, evidently, I wasn’t the only one watching what was happening.

Nor was I the only one that was appreciative.

But I bet I was the only one singing Glen Campbell songs.