Curations from the Human Jungle
Greg: My Dad passed away just a few years after he retired, always believing that Del was somehow still alive. I became a lot more convinced as well when several days after his passing, I received another mystery package, this one contained a cassette tape with the following song: No one had shared the attic... Continue Reading →
Del: My twenties were a blur. I loved the early years at Emerald. Everything seemed fresh and new. We were as far as you could get away from The Man and The Establishment. I loved learning how to garden, and how to build crazy-ass houses. I love being the music guy in the commune, and... Continue Reading →
Del: San Francisco had run its course for me. I was sick of squatting in abandoned buildings, watching people come and go, and dealing with the hardcore druggies and the hangers-on. I still wanted to be lost, but I thought I could do it in a less chaotic and healthier way. Joni Mitchell telling us... Continue Reading →
Del: I felt bad about the effect that my deception would have on the people I loved, but I also knew that this was a completely irreversible decision. Once I was gone, I was gone. There was no turning back. Good-bye Wendell Watson, hello Billy Mann. It was like committing suicide, but without the blood.... Continue Reading →
Greg: https://videopress.com/v/ClpY6vEe?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&preloadContent=metadata&useAverageColor=true Del: The Plan went like clockwork. 2 hours before leaving Saigon for the airport where I would return to the States and my discharge from the Marines I completed the paperwork that would seal my fate. I put the paperwork in the mail that would inform the US Navy of my untimely demise.... Continue Reading →
(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 →
(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 →
(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 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 →
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 →
