I was cleaning out the garage.
Always a time consuming task, not becuase the clutter is heavy or to numourous, but becuase the garage is the reposatory of all things un-tossable yet not usable in the every day here and now.
Picking up a bin full of things is a garantee that you are about to enter a demension not of sight and sound, but of time. Time past
Memories are VERY DANGEROUS TO PRODUCTIVITY.
I found a weather beaten tape and dusted off the tape player.
rewind.
Music. Good old music from bygone days.
The voice of an Old Freind.
Jon Wolfe.
He made a tape for me and DJ'd it with discussions and reminders. If it hadn't been so personalized, any stander by would have thought I had the radio on.Some people have the gift, some don't. I myself work best with a script, but Jon had an unassuming way of being funnier than he ever knew.
In the back of my mind good and bad memories paraded and flitted past. Remembering the great freind he was, and how many times I had to hurt him before he finally had had enough.
Jon, I miss you still, and somewhere out there, I hope your doing well for yourself. I raise my glass to you.
Posted by cmckeithan at February 17, 2004 01:41 PM