My generation only heard it on the golden oldies station (when oldies were from the 1950s). Or Richie Cunningham on Happy Days would sing it on a particularly good day.
Just climb a hill and take in the view, you might feel a thrill. Indianapolis has (or had, I hope its still open) a restaurant called Blueberry Hill.
It may serve Blueberry pancakes or blueberry muffins, but what I loved at the 'Hill were there chocolate chip pancakes with a large glass of Mt. Dew. Yep, it's a health food diner, depending on the definition of healthy.
Looking to the horizon from a hilltop offers a variety of possibilities. Look into the blue skies, observe the puffy clouds and dream about the places you'll go. Scan the surface of the earth at a distance and it becomes a crazy quilt of colors, nature, and man. Each dwelling offers a potential story of what lives inside.
You may not find a thrill, but if you see the speck on the horizon, it represents possibilities and opportunities for someday.
Hills don't function as time machines and you won't find a flux capicator sitting behind a bush to rev up the DeLorean... but from the top a hill on a sunny day you can see your dreams.
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