Category: Art
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Lynn – Part 4 – Memoir Continued
Religious Complications Lynn never mentioned that she was religious, although she did have a ‘New Jerusalem Bible’, which she said was Catholic and that she just liked having it to document things in. We considered ourselves to be ‘spiritual’, but not religious. At least, I thought we did… WRONG! I had given up on religion…
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Lynn – Part 3 – Memoir Continued
Lynn – Part 3 Lynn had a friend at LC3 who was a young Catholic priest, not much older than me. He agreed to marry us, so we set the date. I think we set it for September ‘71. It was held by the river in Beaver Creek Reservation Amherst, OH. Dale played prior to…
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Late August, Morning Ride
Late August, Morning Ride Sol rising, 20 degrees off thehorizon casting long shadowsalong the path, barcoding thebarios we’re rolling through sunward, the bone-dry riverbottom, half submerged inshadow twitches with lifeferal, stealthy, waiting ring-ding-ding bwaaah ring-ding-ding bwaah of under-powered motorbike playingchicane in morning traffic homeless sprawl across thepath in underpasses, accidentswaiting to happen, carelessof themselves and…
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Lynn – Part 2 – Memoir Continued
Lynn – Part 2 We started hanging out and partying with Dale K., whom I mentioned meeting at the LCCC coffeehouse, and his girlfriend, Kathy, and Fred and his girlfriend, Ellen K., whom I had known in high school. She was in my graduating class and played oboe in the orchestra and in the marching…
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Lynn – Part 1 – Memoir Continued
Lynn – Part 1 I was jamming with a couple of other guitarists in the empty choir room. The music in the air, flowing down the hallways, drew in a few curious spectators. One of them was Linda C., my old red-headed coffeehouse nemesis. To my surprise, she didn’t give me a hard time. In…
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Back to School – Memoir Continued
Back to School, the Coffeehouse, and School-life as Usual Things at school pretty much returned to ‘normal’. Cindy was gone, and I resumed my school, coffeehouse, and performance schedules. During this time, I met and became friends with Fred K., known by many as ‘Bummer Fred’. He came into the Program Board meeting room while…
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Some Older Paintings and Drawings
I didn’t get serious about art, that is painting and drawing until after I retired, January 1, 2010. I had dabbled with it a little over the years with help from Mom when I was very young, then a bit in high school. But I didn’t produce anything exceptional and was pretty much discouraged by…
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Where Are We – Am I?
Where Are We – Am I? a matter of perception, as are all thingshere, there, everywhere, nowhere, all the samein perspective, finding relativities and domains imbeded in streams and eddies of space/timemeditating … at one, or fighting, kicking, screamingregardless, ends as do all things … entropic disolution yes, some flash-out, burn-out, peter-out, wink-outfilter-out, turn-out, poop-out,…
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The One Who Got Away – Memoir Continued
The One Who Got Away I was singing 2nd tenor in the choir. And a while after my neck brace was off, I was frequently walked to my next class by a beautiful young girl, Cindy B. She was the sister of Lanex, who had been one of my friends during my first enrollment at…
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LC3 Round 2 – Memoir Continued
Lorain County Community College Round 2 After a couple of days’ rest, I went out to the college and enrolled in classes. I stood in the ‘drop-add’ lines all day and had to pay a late-fee for my late registration (student loans, grants, and student work assignment after brace and sling came off – more…
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