“We are all travelers in this world. From the sweet grass to the packing house, birth till death, we travel between the eternities.”
Prentiss Ritter played by Robrt Duvall in ‘Broken Trail’
We are indeed all travelers in this world and each day is both an instant and an eternity.
It is sometimes hard to imagine, but I too was young once and I had actually quite an interesting life before music made me visible to you all. In 1956 when I returned from Pakistan with my family I was in tenth grade at Woodrow Wilson High School in D.C. I met Jack’s older brother Chick Casady because of our love of cars, and through Chick, Jack. I wasn’t even playing music, but I would… and a year or so later Jack and I would have our first band in 1958. Even if I were gone from the States for much of the time, those of us who grew up on or near Northampton St. by Lafayette School shared, in a way, that magical bond of youthful discovery. There was Bill Haile, my best friend for years… now gone, Mike Oliveri who first taught me to play the guitar… now gone… Charlotte Harbour where Jack and I played our first gig, now gone… and now Lisa Roman… another girl from the neighborhood… gone on Valentine’s Day, 2016.
Lisa and Jack and I would reconnect every now and then when we would play Vermont. It was nice… we were were old friends… and getting older. She was a remarkable girl and a remarkable woman. I will miss those rare meetings… and another part of my past is truly history.
Rest well sister… your trials are over.
For me, I am still in transit between those two eternities, and that’s a good thing.
Today amazingly it was and is in the seventies. Vanessa, Izze, Maverick, Nessa’s sister Ginger and her son Montana and I all headed over to Canaan and Stroud’s Run for late winter’s walk in the sun.
Well, we logged some decent walking miles on this beautiful Saturday and life does, indeed, go on. My past is always slipping away, but I am so lucky my present is still with me and so far, there is a future.
So on this beautiful day in Southeast Ohio I bid the fondest of farewells to my old friend from the hood… Lisa/Liz.
I am so grateful to have been granted a little more time and to still be between the two eternities.
Evening Postsctript 19:40
Nessa, Izze, her pal Violet and I met Ginger and Montana at the Lake hope lodge… about an hour away.
Good food, family, friends and a beautiful setting…
And so the day ends…