We were about a half hour south of the visa checkpoint when Will stepped down on the accelerator and his 1968 Oldsmobile seemed to rise off the shocks.
Being mentioned with Harry Chapin is a bit more than I could have ever expected, Kevin. Thanks. My wife and I used to drive around Laredo in our Dodge van with his greatest hits cassette playing over and over. Our favorite was, "All My Life's a Circle." We saw him live once at the Armadillo World Headquarters in Austin, and his young son Nathan was with him on stage. It was a great, and memorable night. Thanks for reading, and your kind words.
Harry's son Jason (from his wife Sandy) was my classmate in high school in Huntington (Long Island). Jono was a year ahead. Went to my first rock concerts at the Nassau Coliseum with Jason and his dad would come to our grade schools to play songs during class. I was in High School when he passed. So sad. But what a legacy he left.
Sad stories, told with compassion and eloquence. Like you, I've known many lives, some of public or semi-public figures, undermined by demon rum and other addictions. The loss of talent and opportunity, in both their individual lives and our society's, is sad.
Wonderful writing that always resonates within me. I was just coming back through Nuevo Laredo two days ago, stopping at dusk in the zocalo to film the swarming of birds. North on I-35 to Austin I flipped channels on Sirius, stopping at singer/songwriter Harry Chapin. His songs and your tales, the characters, the scenes, the visuals... take me away while immersed and stay with me after.
I miss Laredo and its attendant rites of passage in my youth and on to middle age. But it's gone. I did encounter Jimmy Swaggart in the La Posada poolside bar. He was drinking iced tea but I don't know what the brunette accompanying him was drinking. They made a hasty departure so I didn't have a chance to ask for prayers in my favor. Oh, the memories...
Being mentioned with Harry Chapin is a bit more than I could have ever expected, Kevin. Thanks. My wife and I used to drive around Laredo in our Dodge van with his greatest hits cassette playing over and over. Our favorite was, "All My Life's a Circle." We saw him live once at the Armadillo World Headquarters in Austin, and his young son Nathan was with him on stage. It was a great, and memorable night. Thanks for reading, and your kind words.
Harry's son Jason (from his wife Sandy) was my classmate in high school in Huntington (Long Island). Jono was a year ahead. Went to my first rock concerts at the Nassau Coliseum with Jason and his dad would come to our grade schools to play songs during class. I was in High School when he passed. So sad. But what a legacy he left.
Jimmy Swaggart at the La Posado poolside bar with a brunette has the makings of a great opening scene to a short story.
And that is just a couple that I've encountered along the way......no way to ever measure the loss.
Sad stories, told with compassion and eloquence. Like you, I've known many lives, some of public or semi-public figures, undermined by demon rum and other addictions. The loss of talent and opportunity, in both their individual lives and our society's, is sad.
Sad story. I suppose most of my stories of Mexico involve drinking. Why is that?
Wonderful writing that always resonates within me. I was just coming back through Nuevo Laredo two days ago, stopping at dusk in the zocalo to film the swarming of birds. North on I-35 to Austin I flipped channels on Sirius, stopping at singer/songwriter Harry Chapin. His songs and your tales, the characters, the scenes, the visuals... take me away while immersed and stay with me after.
I miss Laredo and its attendant rites of passage in my youth and on to middle age. But it's gone. I did encounter Jimmy Swaggart in the La Posada poolside bar. He was drinking iced tea but I don't know what the brunette accompanying him was drinking. They made a hasty departure so I didn't have a chance to ask for prayers in my favor. Oh, the memories...