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I’m the Wichita Lineman

When I was a kid in the northeast I didn’t understand southern or western music. I was playing classical violin and piano at the time. I was also dancing ballet. I gave everything up. Partly because I was forced to do at least four activities after school and on weekends, partly because we moved to the big city and I wanted to do other things like hang out at the mall. Wouldn’t that be a great choice in life – I could have become a shopper.

As kids we laughed at Glenn Campbell and Johnny Cash because they weren’t top forty when I was twelve. I was listening to other music.

At age fifty I finished our taxes, got a refund and went in to by a guitar. It was the wrong one for me and so were my private teachers. One was a religious zealot and the other a drummer. I quit lessons and we moved around the country but bought a beautiful guitar, a Seagull Artist Folk that I hydrate and take out every once in a while to make up a song.

Today, my husband was in an auto accident after 12 hours of flight due to many flight delays. I hope he is OK, haven’t heard word from a hospital but he’s over 1K miles away and I’ve no contact and am scared.

I would hate for anyone to go through this. I’d write a country song about it but now I’m only concerned about my husband and his life. It was a fender bender and everyone is OK and the incident properly transcribed. Traffic, as he didn’t remember, so goes it and I’m hoping he’s sleeping soundly, after hanging out his clothes. Yes, that’s always what a wife thinks about first. Everyone is OK.

Elton John, 3Dog Night, Simon and Garfunkel, James Taylor, Bad Company. Of course then Dave Mason, Bob Dylan, Johnny Cash, CSNY, Peter Paul and Mary,and Joan Baez. Our songs also come from Pete Seeger, Arlo and his dad Woodie Guthrie and so many others. Oh, Patsy Cline and Walking after Midnight. I haven’t even started on Jazz, that’s because I just look at the lyrics and make up the chords. It’s a challenge and Joan Baez is way out of my league. I can sing, but not play her. Diamonds and Rust.

To the rose and the briar. The rose says he’s OK, the briar begs to differ, from a grateful wife who would wish to be at her husband’s, and her dog’s sides while we share a place together. Someday, Dee

ps The Briar just called her husband halfway across the county and said “being with you is sometimes a pain, but being without you is a loss more than words can say.” I want to tell him something every moment, as he does with me, I miss him so.


I Have a Friend

This can never be uncategorized, as you deem every post. We started our WordPress blogs the same week and were deemed worthy of reading. I’m sure she has tons more readers than I as she is so talented in many areas.

I visited her, she visited me and after all these years, we’ve never met. If I had a “bucket list” it would include meeting PDX. She gave me means to recruit a great singer/songwriter for our listening and enjoyment at Nanny’s 82nd birthday. Surprise!

PDX gave me a hand-made Pippi Longstocking hat I wear all the time. I gave her signed CD’s from her vocal heroine, our singer/songwriter and guest for several visits who wrote and sang Fellina’s version of the legendary Marty Robbins’ El Paso.

My husband actually sang El Paso our final night in Scotland. No, he does not drink, then all the restaurant patrons stood up and sang “Deep in The Heart of Texas” with us. My husband sings a great baritone. I do harmony in music and life.

We love the people who make a difference in our lives. Tomorrow I’ll try to make braids to go with Pippi as I take our old dog out for a walk. Dee

Local Prohibition

I’m not allowed to write in on this one to the local paper. I might give you a name, Jackie Robinson, now in the Hall of Fame and wasn’t allowed to play because he was Black. Now as current resident of the most racially divided town in the nation I may never see a gay player on the field, at least an openly gay one, David Denson, in my lifetime at Miller Field. I care how athletes play, not how they look or whether they’re married or not.

No-one knew about Rock Hudson until he got AIDS and died. He was a hero in the movies and Doris Day supported him along the fight against the disease. I want Milwaukee and the minors to respect his game and not his sexuality. Basically, it’s none of your or our business. I’m sure there are more salacious stories about his fellow hetersexual team members.

We come to see baseball, hopefully historic games. Unless you’re proved to be a serial killer I don’t really care what you do when you’re off the field.

Are you really going back to “gays in the military,” repealed decades ago? For baseball? It is a sport, not work except for a privileged few. I’m certain you’ll have to go back to steroids and HGH until you find something else that seems ripe for a scandalous report. Thank you. Dee

PS This is for the cast and crew of Field of Dreams. Our two neighbors, my sister and I played softball with “ghost men” every day in our brief summers. This is for Moonlight Graham. D