“Thank God For The Man Who Put The White Lines On the Highway”

My Tribute to Cleveland rock n roller Michael Stanley

Cleveland, OH Skyline

My weekend was spent out of town talking and dining out, so no news or TV.

It was on the way home when I heard a radio announcer say “celebrating the life and music of Michael Stanley.”

What?! He died?! NO!

The Michael Stanley Band was a local band that had massive regional success and some national success. Their video He Can’t Love You was one of the first videos played on MTV. He had us women swooning over his sexy good looks and voice. Just hearing the first few notes of Lover, is enough to make me weak at the knees. It is so sultry, smoky and sexy. The only other song that makes me feel the same way is If You Know What I Mean by Neil Diamond.

Michael became a DJ for local station WNCX several years after the band’s breakup and was still doing the job he loved until shortly before his passing. His support for Cleveland and all of Northeast Ohio is legendary. My Town is a song about his love for Cleveland.

Below is a link to where Michael performs Lover – well he sings all but one line as right on time and right on key, the audience takes over.

They always did. Not sure how “Thank God for the man who put the white lines on the highway.” became the line audiences sang. I guess it is because if you live in Northeast Ohio (or any where that gets snow) you are thankful for the man who puts down those white lines helping you know the location of the edge of the road.

The road in front of my house

I hope you will take time and explore Michael Stanley Band, Michael Stanley and the Resonators and Ghost Poets on YouTube. For starters I recommend Let’s Get The Show On The Road and Strike Up the Band both from the iconic Stage Pass album.

While the Michael Stanley Band may never have experienced break out success nationwide at last count my blog posts reach 166 countries. It is the least I can do to say thank you to a man who gave us decades of exceptional music.

Thank you for your part in Cleveland being known as the Rock n Roll Capitol of the world.

Thank you for immortalizing the men who put the white lines on the highway in song.

Thank you for all the love and joy you brought to your family, friends, and fans.

Rest in Paradise Michael.

Here is a link to a local news story that covers Michael’s life.

Hubby was a fan too. Enjoy the concert Joe.

video posted by tgdre

Bio: Michele Kearns is the founder and HUG© (Hope Unites Globally) Award-Winner of JoyReturns. She shares her widowhood adventures hoping to inspire widows to move through grief and rebuild their lives. A graduate of Kent State University with a Bachelor’s degree in communications, she’s currently a virtual logistics contact center representative. She’s also managed call center teams, co-facilitated a grief support group, and helped small businesses with various writing assignments. Michele is a bookworm, and a lover of music, chocolate, red roses, and golden retrievers. She is also the amateur photographer behind the blog


Rommie & Michele Mutate Into Sewer Rats

Call me “Michaelangelo” and call Rommie “Splinter.”

“In The Beginning”

Monday 5/12 was a fairly typical day.  The only thing different about the morning was my hair appointment before work. The plan was to color my hair that night and paint my nails Tuesday night.

As usual, God had other plans.

“Gimme Shelter”

Once at work, the day progressed normally with a high volume of calls. Then a storm blew in and with it a lightning strike that messed up the phone system. The storm passed, as all storms due, and we continued to go about our business.

About 15 minutes before closing I was on a call and the gentleman asked about our weather. I told him it was pitch black and we were going to get another round of storms.  He was a few states west of me and they were getting storms too.

We figured out what he needed to purchase and as I was taking his credit card information, my supervisor walked through the call center shouting “Get to the tornado shelter now!”  I told my customer I need the remainder of his credit card information quickly, as I was being ordered to the tornado shelter.  He gave me the information, I hit the enter button and told him his order went through and disconnected the call. Luckily he signed up for automatic order confirmation and got a notice via email.

I made it to the shelter along with other staff members.  We were there about 15 minutes when the warning expired and we headed home.

Not “Singing In The Rain”

It was a steady rain when I left the building.  Everyone in heaven turned on their faucets once I pulled onto the 2 lane road. The down pour was so heavy I wished for a place to safely pull over. The shoulder was not wide enough so I drove home at a snail’s pace. The windshield wipers barely kept my windshield clear. I remember thinking I must get that stuff to put on windshields which helps visibility in rain and snow.

White Lines And Red Lights

I stopped at the first stop sign which is at a nasty intersection and was able to somehow make it through even though I could barely see if there was oncoming traffic.  It is a short drive home but that night it felt like hours.

The only way I could see the road, was by looking for the white line.  It brought to mind the famous line from the song “Lover” by the Michael Stanley Band (this song turned many a Northeast Ohio girl to mush back when it was released…and still does).

“Thank God for the man who put the white lines on the highway.”

The line is so famous the audience sings it when Michael performs it in concert.  The song takes place during an Ohio winter, but that line applied to this storms torrential downpour as well.

To update the song, I would also add:

“Thank God for the man who put the blinking red lights on the stop sign.”

For those red lights were the only way I knew I was at the intersections where I needed to turn.

“Go Greased Lightning”

Once on the street that intersects with mine, I still could barely see and was not sure if I was getting ready to turn onto my street or in someone’s yard. It was only because of a streak of lightening that confirmed I was turning onto my street, which was a river.

My driveway was not visible after I turned on my street. Thanks to a sheet of lightening, I was able to see it.  Then just as I turned onto the driveway, all hail broke loose.  Thankfully my car only suffered two little dings in the trunk lid.

“Are You Still Alive?”

I expected Rommie to fly out of the bedroom and about knock me over due to her mild case of thunder phobia.  However, she did not greet me at the door.  I hollered “Are you still alive?” and she came sauntering down the hallway.  Joe must have been keeping her company in the bedroom.

No sooner than I got home when another tornado warning was issued.

Down into the basement Rommie and I went.

The Fountain Minus The Three Coins

We were there about 15 minutes when I heard it…. gurgle, gurgle, gurgle.  I immediately knew where the noise was coming from and when I looked into the laundry room, I saw a fountain of rainwater coming up from the pipe that goes from the tub into the sewer system.

Truthfully, I would have been surprised if water had not come up.

Pipe from tub that washer empty's into & plastic tube from dishwasher.
Pipe from tub that washer empty’s into & plastic tube from dishwasher.

Stay tuned for tomorrow’s post “Sewer Rats Part 2”