|The neighbor's tulip has new companions|
I had a dream this week, at least I think it was a dream. I saw myself, as if in a mirror, ¾ profile. A young self, with silky dark hair flowing almost to my waist, my bangs with a slight flip. My second husband, Cody, who died twelve years ago, was reclining on something, watching me, smiling.
|Cody's and my wedding|
|Cody and I having fun when we were younger|
I heard yesterday of Earl Scruggs' passing, my first husband Carl's favorite musician. Hard to believe Carl died 38 years ago. He created a major collection of bluegrass on reel-to-reel tapes on his (then) state-of-the-art Ampex and built one of the two big J.B. Lansing speakers I still own. I guess the Heathkit amp and pre-amp found new homes years ago.
|Carl's and my wedding|
|Carl and his Baby Daughter|
This cluster of events put me into nostalgia mode.
It's the good things I remember.
See you soon.