[MD] Painting

[MarshaV]

Well, if I should have been there, you did, indeed, you put me there, and for that I'm very grateful.  You are a charmer, John.  

In our little one-light town there is a coffee-house event every few months.  I was asked to help them out by taking the money at the door and selling raffle tickets.  The show is of local talent and two acts off the folk circuit.  It's wonderful.  -  I've been missing the guitar.  



On Jan 27, 2010, at 3:58 AM, John Carl wrote:

> I always get a little wistful at this song, Marsha.  It reminds me of one
> night, long, long ago.  Bill and I playing our guitars and Teresa Davis, a
> girl I had such a crush on, were leafing through a Younglife songbook, and
> we sang and played California Dreamin'.
> 
> We usually weren't that  good, ok, nothing special, but for one major
> incandescent moment, we were perfect.  Our harmonies were tight, our melody
> exquisite and our rhythm impeccable.  It was one of those too-rare moments
> when music takes you to a place you can't describe in words.
> 
> When we finished, we just looked at each other, hearts aglow, wonder in our
> eyes, a feeling like no other.
> 
> I miss those guys.
> 
> I thought of you the other night listening to Coast to Coast AM, as I fell
> asleep.  A delightful woman with a new book was guest, I don't recall her
> name or her book, unfortunately, but I do remember her story.
> 
> She had such a nice voice, and told it so well.  I'll try and retell it for
> you as best I can,
> 
> She had a dream, about the Hindu God, Ganesh, but at the time of her dream
> she didn't know it was Ganesh, he was just a man with an elephant's head.
> She didn't know much about Hinduism, for that matter.  She just had this
> real vivid dream.  She had a female friend who she knew was really into
> Hinduism, and had a little statue of Ganesh by her computer.  She told her
> friend about the dream and the girl friend tells her, "This means you should
> go to India".  That very day she gets an offer from Golf Digest to go do
> this story on an Indian Businessman Multimillionaire who found enlightenment
> and gave up his business completely, to study and play golf.  She'd had some
> experience as a SportsWriter, I guess, and seeing as she'd had this dream
> and advice, she jumped at the chance to go to India, expenses paid.
> 
> She goes to India and checks into this Hotel where her interviewee is also
> staying for the week, and she interviews him for three of four days.  Little
> did she know that at the same time, in the same Hotel, an International
> Physics Symposium is taking place.   One night, she's at the bar and she
> hears loud rock -n- roll coming from the lounge and being, like yourself, an
> aficionado of dance, and really in the mood to boogy, she goes to check it
> out.
> 
> There in the lounge, music blasting, she finds the nerdiest group of guys
> she's ever laid eyes on, bopping, in her words, like excitable electrons
> with little rhythm or rhyme or reason.  She goes in and immediately a tall
> English fellow spots her and drink in hand, tries to chat her up.
> 
> "Oxford?" He shouts over the noise.
> 
> "No. Oregon State" she bellows back at him.
> 
> "Ahh... Cambridge",  he responds.
> 
> "NO, Beavers" she shouts back.
> 
> His befuddlement unassuaged, he keeps trying to find common ground,
> misinterpreting every thing she says and it just gets hilarious with the
> back and forth.  Most of the concepts he spits at her she has heard of
> vaguely, explaining to us, the audience,  that she does follow Quantum
> Mechanics in a kind of hobby way, so she's familiar enough with most of the
> terminology that she can keep her end up in the confusion and understands
> somewhat the terms he's using, but he has no clue to what she's talking
> about most of the time.  Finally they settle upon universally understood
> dialogue:
> 
> "Dance?" he asks her, "You bet" she replies.  And so onto the dance floor
> they venture.
> 
> After about a minute, Stephen Hawking comes rolling out in his chair, and
> gets between them and starts doing this spinning  thing and there they are,
> the three of them, caught up in a dancing whirling triangle.  Like the mad
> excitable particles that we all basically are.
> 
> She calls this story in her book, Dancing with Steven Hawking.
> 
> You should have been there.
> 
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