OMG ...
I saw a guy in my neighborhood this evening who I thought died about ten years ago. Back then, he appeared to be on his last pinky toe. He was frailer than frail then and its astonishing that he's kept on in his terrible condition for all these years. I wonder if he thinks its an unimaginable blessing or a curse. Today a friend sent me a piece of writing I sent her in 2020. It was New Years Eve 1989. I was dating jazz pianist Kirk, who once was the musical director for HAIR on Broadway and performed his “Sonata for Piano and Dog” at Carnegie Hall and on Letterman. We met late night in a crowded bar. I liked his soft, deep voice, his slow growing smile and mindful way. I told him I loved the lyric from his former gig - “they’ll be gaga at the go go when they see me in my toga …” He responded “yeah, it’s a tasty quatrain.” That did it for me. I wanted to hang out with a guy who said smart, amusing things like that. I lived in th...