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ON THE ROAD WITH DANNY CONCANNON: 'O4-'05
A Travelogue: JUNE (2004)-JULY 2005
(Season Six)
"Some folks are born made to wave the flag, ooh, they're red, white and blue. And when the band plays "Hail To The Chief", oh, they point the cannon at you, Lord, It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no,"
FORTUNATE SON John C. Fogerty
"Maybe this year will be better than the last.."
Anonymous.
Prologue:
Have you ever been so tired you couldn't sleep? So hungry you couldn't eat? So much in love you couldn't feel anymore? This was happening to Danny Concannon. It was part of the job, but he was becoming more and more a shell of his former self. The world was different now. Conversation didn't seem so lively. He no longer saw that golden yellow glow that once had surrounded him and the White House. It was no more, and the world was becoming stranger and stranger by the minute. It was becoming harder and harder to see the light side of life. A dark cloud was moving farther and farther over America and farther over Danny Concannon. He seemed to have caught it like a bug; a bug that without his knowledge or approval had come from her. It was such a nasty determined strain. He didn't even have to be in contact with her to have it transferred, and he felt it in his soul--to the depths of his soul.
They said the time of idealism is over, the time of romance is over, and the time of lyricism is a thing of the past. Danny never wanted to believe it. It would never be a time past those things. It was his job to shake sense into people. After all, there is no room for hacks and no room for conformity and no room to dumb down. "Lift people up and they will rise with you." But Danny seemed to be the one in need of lifting. He was once told he was too sensitive, a sponge of sorts, for the feelings of those he cared about. This was something that helped him in his job. It made Danny's subjects open up to him. But something was trapped inside Danny, embedded in his soul and like a true journalist, and he had to ferret it out.
He was determined for this year to be different, but it wasn't starting off that way. He was determined to get her out of his mind this time, but it was wasn't starting off that way. All his plans had only embedded her along with his sadness deeper into his soul. Perhaps he would have to shake her loose for his own sanity. But first he would have to discover the problem and learn to live with it. He would have to learn to live with it or toss it aside like a bad draft of a story. Danny, of course, knew all this only vaguely. What he knew for sure was that he was lost. He was lost, and he couldn't quite say why. He had a feeling, but he didn't want to face it.
Age brings clarity and age brings bitterness---Danny didn't want the latter. To quote Bob Dylan, "the times they are a changin', and Danny didn't like the way the wind was blowing. For his own sake, for CJ's shake, for all the Donnas of the world, for the world itself, and the life he knew, something had to be done. A year of change had to be ahead. It was far from simple----but things never seemed so hopeless as staring into the belly of despair and longing. He felt lonely and loathsome---lonely for loving her and loathsome for himself, for missing her so much.
The year of change was about to begin:
(New Theme Song:) Carry on my wayward son—Kansas
Carry on my wayward son Once I rose above the noise and confusion Carry on my wayward son Masquerading as a man with a reason Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher
But I flew too high
Though my eyes could see
I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think
I still was a mad man
I can hear the voices when I'm dreaming
I can hear them say
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man
It surely means that I don't know
On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune
But I hear the voices say
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
No
COMING OCT 20th
On The Road With Danny Concannon: '04-' 05
Season Six