A remarkable little collection, Sue -- fourteen lines of sweet nostalgia, an exhilarated piano brought to life, and a metaphor that I haven't yet deciphered. An intriguing line, "...he filled in the gap where the edges separated..." We never know what you will bring us. Thank you!
At first, that line was literal, but reading it years later, it does have meaning beyond that. BTW, that's a true story. I had a crush on the guitar maker in Capitola. He was GORGEOUS! Oh well.
Moon, spoon, June, cardoon . . . Love how you pulled out that rhyme!
A remarkable little collection, Sue -- fourteen lines of sweet nostalgia, an exhilarated piano brought to life, and a metaphor that I haven't yet deciphered. An intriguing line, "...he filled in the gap where the edges separated..." We never know what you will bring us. Thank you!
At first, that line was literal, but reading it years later, it does have meaning beyond that. BTW, that's a true story. I had a crush on the guitar maker in Capitola. He was GORGEOUS! Oh well.
Name, please...
Gil Carnal. I later saw him and the guy who glowered at me playing at India Joze. Much later, he was at Toots with a lady. So ....?
Nope. Didn't know him.