Sunday Morning Coming Down

This morning, during a driving lesson with Taylor, she told me some shocking and quite frankly very disturbing news. Not only does she not like Freddy Fender, she hates him! My 16 year old stepdaughter hates the Mexican Elvis. The one thing that I have always been afraid of, hearing her say, I hate him and his music,I can see hating him, but both the man and his music. My life seems like a waste now. Wasted days, and wasted nights. I threw up in my mouth when she mistook Waylon Jennings for Kenny Rogers. I guess my life lessons thru country music songs have been falling on deaf ears.