(Attention email subscribers ... did you know that many of the images in your email are clickable as videos with sound? Give it a try!) Del: I got out of the hospital in Saigon and was temporarily assigned to the office of the quartermaster. Our job, collectively to make sure equipment, materials and systems were... Continue Reading →
Believing Cassandra
(Attention email subscribers ... did you know that many of the images in your email are clickable as videos with sound? Give it a try!) Del: On Saturday night, the Brewsters put on a big, celebratory dinner for me. I was wearing borrowed civvies of Greg's. His two sisters were there, Cassandra, and his mother... Continue Reading →
The Last Weekend
(Attention email subscribers ... did you know that many of the images in your email are clickable as videos with sound? Give it a try!) Six Separate Planets https://videopress.com/v/4zhluJkC?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&posterUrl=https%3A%2F%2Fvideos.files.wordpress.com%2F4zhluJkC%2Fsix-separate-planets_mp4.scrubthumb-1.jpg&preloadContent=metadata&useAverageColor=true Greg: That first semester at college seemed to last forever. Cassandra was bugging me to teach her the guitar, and she picked it up pretty quickly.... Continue Reading →
A World Turned Upside Down
A Sad Refrain Greg: And, poof! There he was ... gone ... Del ... my classmate ... my bandmate ... my best friend. I was devastated. The plan ... over. College starting next week. Leaving home. Moving into a dorm. No Del. Band over. Cassandra back to high school. What the fuck happened? I tried... Continue Reading →
Now and Again … an Old Rocker Looks Back
Greg: Where does the time go? Doesn't seem that long ago that Cassandra, Del, and I were sitting on Scarborough Beach, and yet when I look in the mirror a lot of water has passed over the dam. Or is it ... "passed under the bridge?" I can't even keep my cliches straight these days.... Continue Reading →
One Never Knows
Del: Greg wasn't just into something good, he was into something fantastic. The three of us hung out every day. She must have read us The Little Prince a dozen times. I started dreaming in French, I mean en Francais. That set the theme of the summer. Greg and I were les petits princes. And... Continue Reading →