Dear Paul,
How is everything going? You have been in the land of America for just over 3 weeks. California looks like a lot of fun, and I am sure you got some time with Nello and his crew. Golden Gate Park looked so green and inviting, filled with the music-loving tribe.
You got to see Sturgill Simpson in New York, and I can see you dancing all night at that gig. Did you walk through Central Park? Or did you just hang in Brooklyn?
How’s the family? Did you stay at your childhood home in New Hyde Park? Were there ghosts? How is your brother, Bob? Is he lonely or just alone? I can’t imagine what it would be like to stay in the place where I spent the first 20 years of my life. If the walls could talk…or maybe they did? This isn’t usually the corner I occupy.
But the main part of your journey was to spend time with your brother-in-law RIck? How is he dealing with Parkinson’s? More importantly, how are Rick and Ginger coping with the changes in their relationship and life because of illness? We all know we’ll deal with that at some point in our lives. Illness and death. They’re bound to happen, and we hope we can remain strong, vital, and joyful in the face of life’s reality.
Please send them my love, care and hugs. They are a lovely couple of human beings.
Oh shit, I almost forgot: how is Jay doing in Canberra? Is he recovering from the open-heart surgery? He went in with some other health issues, so I do hope it was a success and that the recovery goes well. Send my love to Pauline, Jeff and Greta when you get a chance. I am sure he is getting the drugs now, but I should not joke, you know me.
How is Tina? She had some burning arm issue that you had told me about that might be connected to her neck or some pinched nerve. I do hope she is feeling much better. She is truly a sparkle. You must miss her a bunch. You two are so good together, a bundle of laughter and care.
Things are good in here. I’ve been a bit caught up in everything that is going on around me. Writing has been hard with so much input, but I take it all in and know it will come out another time. You know what it is like, as you say: more content.
Joy, sadness, tiredness, and many memories surface here. All these people and places and things that I digest and mull over. It’s a beautiful thing really, this life we live. I am glad I can process it this way.
Hope you have coffee soon, and that you don’t bury me in mid-term and global politics too soon.
Talk to you later….
A Lonely Corner Of Your Mind
If you don’t know what love is
It’s a hard way to go
If you’re born in the darkness
With the night in your soul
If you don’t heed the sorrow
You won’t hear the call
If you don’t know what love is
You don’t know nothing at all-Beck