Kimberly,
The old thing about walking into a place as if you belong there often works.
That's how I first met Ray Charles in Denver. Nobody stopped me in the Opera House, so I just kept going. Next thing I knew I was alone in a lounge room w/ Brother Ray and Sid Feller, his conductor.
I stayed two hours and just talked and talked w/ them both. From then on Ray remembered my voice and, sometimes, my name. I was included in those who went to his funeral.
With Gord, it's a bit different. Barry, the big guy at the Stage Door, remembered me from times past when I was Alan Thicke's assistant. Alan & Gord are lo
ng time friends (Canadian's both.) I was hoping Alan would be there last night, but Augoura is closer for him.
Same brazen stuff w/ John Denver in '71 at The Greek Theater. It worked and developed into an nice acquatanceship.
Now, if I could only be that brave with a lady . . .
Speaking of ladies, thanks Kimberly for that fine candit shot of Gord & I catching up. I e-mailed it to my three sons immediately (1 in Seattle, 1 in Maui, and 1 in Japan.)
Gord was always so kind to them in their younger days. The foto will bring back memories for them and a chuckle at how much weight the Old Man has put on.
Maybe 30lbs back to my normal weight & I'd have that bravery with a lady.
Well, there's a whole lot more than you wanted to know. I best turn off the mouth for awhiile.
Blessings (and that heavy like)
The Rez
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I came to Love the Music
Before I came to Be
[Psalm 139:13]
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