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We were visiting Aaron in Boston, where he lived on the little island of Nahant just off the coast. The island was picturesque and piqued our interest and imagination. It was Memorial Day weekend and the place was buzzing with festivities. We walked around the neighborhoods, along the rocky water’s edge, and found a dusty hardware store, where we bought a kite. On the beach close-by we took turns, running and sailing it until our fingers hurt.

On Memorial Day, there was the traditional parade with speeches at the cemetery/church. We were struck with the power of tradition, as the people all seemed to fall into rank and file, doing what they were "supposed" to do. This was all in stark contrast with the life we had chosen. We had actually turned away from traditions to create a free-form life. Yet, there we were on the little island, standing at the side of the road watching the parade go by.

No matter how much we think we've freed ourselves from the past, we haven’t completely. No matter how much we think we are attached to the past, we are not. That was the surprise message awaiting us on that sleepy little island of Nahant, on that very traditional Memorial Day weekend.

Check out our related story at Uncommon Promise
uncommonpromise.com/story/Main+Street

and our video called "Main Street"
www.youtube.com/watch?v=c6lq-k7Ysg0

lyrics

Distant cadence in a small town
Drums roll, bugles sound
Just in sight
Holiday parade
Eyes right
Soldiers march
Flags wave

Marching on Main Street
The whole town hears the same old beat
Common rhythm, matching feet
Tradition marches on, and on
Marching on

Speeches by the brave
Tell how lives were saved
Long ago and far away

Open cars pass by
Sleepy children cry
Fireworks and apple pie
Fire engines wail, dogs bark
Old Glory stars, kites sail
Kites sail

Marching on Main Street
The whole town hears the same old beat
Common rhythm, matching feet
Tradition marches on, and on
Marching on

Local heroes in a bandstand
Memories, freedom land
Rank and file
We fall in behind
Meanwhile
Long to be front line
Front line

Marching on Main Street
The whole town hears the same old beat
Common rhythm, matching feet
Tradition marches on, and on
Marching on

On Main Street

credits

from Where I Need to Be, track released June 1, 2005
Cheryl Martlage - Lyrics and vocals
Emerson Martlage - Music, guitar and vocals
Tom Tomasello - Producer/Arranger
Jim Bruno - Vocal producer
Mr Toad's San Francisco - Mastering
Inspiration - The Island of Nahant near Boston

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Cheryl and Emerson Martlage San Diego, California

At the age of 48, and after 25 years of marriage, we headed to a secluded town for 6 weeks, to create a new relationship and begin again.

When we arrived as if by magic, we co-wrote our first song ever— "Never Sleep," evoking the mystery and magic of the new adventure. Twenty years later, we're still making music. Join us on our musical storytelling as the adventure continues to unfold
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