Caledonia - Robin Trower

There’s a lady at work I call Ma. She’s the exact same age, height, size and shape as my mother. She even has the same hairstyle. One day, I was walking through the store, and I very nearly called out and asked my mother what she was doing there. I told that to the lady I work with, and she’s been calling me Son ever since. And I call her Ma.

She’s a salesperson now but she started out in shipping. And if there’s a department where they have more fun than shipping, I’ve never heard of it. It’s sort of like the mail room in Elf, if you’ve seen it. They have all the good snacks in shipping. They have all the cool guys. They play all the best music.

And Ma joined right in on the fun. I was walking through shipping one day, dropping off a package for delivery, and this song was playing. Well, I couldn’t help but jam. I don’t know how to play guitar, I don’t know if I’d even want to learn how to play this song if I did, but sometimes the moment strikes. Things fall into place. And the next thing you know, you’re banging your head and rocking out and singing along with a lady who looks just like your mother.

When I came to work the next day, a burned copy of Guitar Rock 1976-1977 was on my desk.

Thanks, Ma.