....Walking in the Dark on White Shadows.......

                As I made my way thru this vacant and dark hallway, I could make out distinct Shadows of light shining threw the slightly opened doorways ahead of me....

      The first one that I approached I opened with some reluctance but as it glided easily open in my hand I proceeded and stepped in.....

       Tom greeted me with that large grin of his and a warm handshake, telling me that it was good that I had come. Walking over to his piano and sitting down, e started to a song he wrote while working at the Mobile station in New Milford.             It started with ...'Nathan Hale & the boys from Yale....'   Soon our good friend Shrdlu and Greg walked over to join in a make-shift chorus. Which was always fun when those guys came together to sing.....and play some mean music.......

       Soon John Henry appeared just in time with a Doobie for all to enjoy...Michael of course not far behind...Teddy not one to indulge had his cocktail in hand... 

       A little light headed by now, I ventured further into this glowing white room, and saw an interesting  group of people hanging out...first the  one that looked straight at me was Ty....giving me the whole hearted laugh and a big hug...what a gal..!!  My cousin Cal and his grandson stood by with none other than Spargo.....then a friend appeared that left us to soon here in my new home...Ron with the every 'Chao Baby' that warm greeting before jumping on his Harley to venture to new horizons ......

        There are so many more from my new home and my old! It will take me some time to walk along more of those White Shadows, and peek around dark corners to reach the point of keeping them all close to my heart and sharing them all with you....and of course not for getting one of the first and best...Norm.....

            

         Now that our time is spent in remembering our dear friends, let us not forget where we stand now and keep all those...living or gone....in our Earts forever...and forever young....

                        Much Love & Peace......

                    

.....No Place to Hide....

                                     Travel Wide and Long
                         to the Place of Wilds
                         into Dark and Lonely Places,
                         into the Homes of Bewildered Poor Childs.

                                      You keep on that Road
                         no matter how tough it gets
                         but I in My wonder....
                         want to know why these People Sweat.
 
                         They are in the End spots
                         of the Cities Row....
                         Struggling, some hard,
                         some just to keep alive.. I Know!

                         Sooner or Later,
                         after I make my Travels far and wide
                         I don't have to stop and wonder,
                         they'll have no place to Hide.

                         Now that I've left over Seas
                         beyond their Unsuccessful Land,
                         I'll never forget the Poor
                         giving me a helping hand.
                         
                         If ever I come back to this Land, 
                         that I love so much.......
                         I'll always go back to those People
                         so that I'll never lose their touch!
                   

.....Poor Boy In Shame....

                       His mother sent him out, 
                  'cause of a family disgrace.
                  Now he's on that Road....
                  fightin' the Human Race.

                  This time tomorrow, 
                  not knowing where he'll be...
                  He's on that lonesome road
                  Fightin' only to be free.

                  This time tomorrow,
                  knowin' where he'll be
                  probably workin' on a Job, 
                  Fightin' to be Free.

                  Hang your head Poor boy,
                  Hang it in Shame....
                  Hang your Head poor boy,
                  Never to return again.

                  Your Nights they cost Ya,
                  were your times that good...
                  to be left deserted,
                  and make your way the best you could.
                  
                  Poor Boy you're lost now
                  out on your own....
                  left only to the Heavens,
                  with many a place to Rome.
  
                  I leave you standing now,
                  your thoughts they are confused
                  looking for the End,
                  the beginning you have Abused!

.....What's in a Number ..?!!

                Just recently I had a Birthday where I celebrated my 67th day on this great earth of ours. But I reflected on more than the date as I went back in time and ran into a few people and things that I find to be buried in time. 
           One with another significant meaning: The Music Festivals I helped to put together in Design so that my friends and other people could enjoy. The first was Alive in '75, which was a passage to my late father who passed away at the young age of 57. That Party was forty years ago, and by making the time in numbers I had made it passed that by ten years! I thought this was a landmark in my life so that the 40 years should be celebrated for all to enjoy and reflect on those days passed.
           Much  has to be grateful for bringing it back to life, with life  ever present......the Bands that played ...the food that was cooked, and especially to the people who were really behind it, who I know you Know who you are.
            Even Tom, Greg, Shrulu, Barry, Micheal, Ted, passed by to have an up date of things going on and knowing our hearts were with them.
            
           What's in a number I tried so hard to make sense of it all.
I graduated in 1967, a time much different that now. We were free to explore the wonders of the world ahead of us. My dear friend Norm Stoddard was the first to go into that dark hole of War, and not return. How does the time between the year '67 differ from my age now at '67?! Norm just passed me by and reassured me that Numbers are a just a way to count the steps we have taken to achieve our spot in life. His spot was taken to soon, just as all the friends that are gone, but not forgotten. Those number of friends will be with us forever. Just as the light of Tom, Greg, Shrulu,  Micheal, and Teddy, and so many more, will shine brightly on our souls forever.

             ....Numbers can have a direct and lasting effect on people, may you treat them with respect that is due to them, let's not keep fighting it...treasure every moment, next year will be upon faster than you think......

                       ....Love and Peace to all...see you next year....!

...From another time and place, we endure to lose another Friend.....

                   


                                From anther time we will drift back to those Days that now catch up with us in a most unusual time and matter....


              It was back in the early Eighty's when I chanced upon a new ambition that developed into a craft that had been within  me and my past ancestry's. What or Whom, made that develop was an 'ol Hippy....yeah they say he was the first Hippy in New Milford....so with myself having left a visit in Florida in the '60's being the 'only Beard on the Beach....I figured what the Hell.....

             Tom Spargo taught me how to build...I mean really build a secure structure that would outlast us both. Starting from the ground up that corner of the house better be as close to 'right on' as a String through the eye of the Needle......which means all Levels and squares shall indicate so, other wise the Sheet rockers on the 2nd and 3rd floor are gonna come after you w Blood in their eyes....but we didn't worry since we didn't need Tom to come after us with Blood in his eyes.....it was bad enough watching him hold back that anger when things didn't quite go his way...
             We had developed a unique  partnership, both in work and play. As much as we liked to 'Party', Tom always kept the two separate, well as much as possible! A Case of Heineken was a good day. Anything more would have just put us into another place.

             I would venture to say coming from one of his saying's that I can now relate to after learning so much from him....'shit, I've forgotten more than he'll ever know'...

               ...Rest in Peace...you 'ol Hippy.....            
             

...Log Date..1967...from Pages of Poems & Prose...

                            Cry of the Love Never Lost
    
                        Hurt with the loss of Love....
                        Gone with the Breath of the Wind
                        Night will fall as Day will Break
                        Short the Feeling that lasted.....

                         She appears again,
                         with the Love deep inside
                         Brought forth to Burden Me
                         Then once again I am Revived.
                
                         She has told me of her great Love 
                         But careful am I to Believe,
                         For the next Day, she might turn
                         And once more I must Grieve.
              
                         She has done it again,
                         Hell is my Destiny.....
                         For I have None to live for
                         And again I bring Antipathy.

                         Will She come back...?
                         And grace my side once more, 
                         Only to be lost with Misgivings 
                         And Run around like a Whore?

                         I have told Myself
                                     That I will never Weep nor Cry
                         If  she leaves My side,
                         But be lost in a Bar to Die.

                         Long the Days and the Weeks
                         I Drown My Memories in Sorrow
                         To awaken to a forgotten Face,
                         Sober up, and get drunk Tomorrow.

                         Damn My Soul,
                         Cursed with Doom,
                         She has come back now when
                         My Heart is like an empty Room.

                         My Love sneaks back,
                         With hers to be Obvious....
                         I am careful now
                         For we have Love...both of Us.

                          
                         Certain things I'm made to Leave
                         But as long as she is with Me
                         I will keep My Promise.....
                         For all I want is Her Love.....