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Shadows Breaking Over My Head
I did not intend to begin this blogitem by writing about today's N(ow)P(playing) song. It's sometimes obvious that, despite the inconsequentiality of my blog, just its length precludes a single NP song from encompassing a full blogitem. Even a glib (guilty) blogger who is a fast typist (fast-ish and error-prone) can't crank one out in the two- to four-minutes of a popular song. So when I get to the final asterisk, I usually think back on what songs I've heard in the past hour or so, select one that hasn't been mentioned previously, and consign it to NP. Today is different. The Left Banke, and Michael (Lookofsky) Brown, mentioned in "yesterday's" blog as the writer of the very famous Walk Away Renée, also are responsible for Shadows Breaking Over My Head. It just happened to be playing as I started writing this, and the song title, if not its contents, seemed very appropriate to introduce this blogitem. So: Honesty in NP!
Why Such a Sad Title?
A couple years ago I wrote a Bad Year blog. The System was busy in 2021, what with the plague and all, and I took the liberty of whining about it. This year has been even worse. In just this July, I've had three old friends die, and a fourth earlier this year.
Dear The System:
Get lost!*
Sincerely,
Richard
This may not be the most appropriate time to be tweaking The System, which is more than capable of taking its revenge. Nonetheless, when one is sad, vexed, and frustrated, one can do inappropriate things with or without prior consideration.
Bob was a co-worker at WABC in the '60s. This picture was taken on the "WABC Radio Cruiser." Bob has the sunglasses, I have the hair.
In addition to being a good friend, he contributed his initials to several Eventide products! Bob was a philosopher. Really! Degree from Columbia University in philosophy, so of course he became a broadcast engineer, a field in which he had a long and mostly satisfying career.
After dating a different good friend of mine, one still extant and healthy, he married Janet Parker, and had children (one of each) who all survive him and whom I believe are doing well. Although I hadn't seen Bob in person for years, we did keep in touch. One of the last times we spoke he told me, with astonishing good cheer, "I'll be dead within the year." He did better than that by a few months.
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I like my photo much more than I do the one in the linked obituary. I'm pretty sure she would, too and if I'm wrong, well...
I met Suzanne in the mid-'60s. She was at the time the partner of my late college roommate Joe Shapiro, the subject of this blog's first obituary. When I met her she was artistic and acerbic. She remained both, leaving behind a remarkable legacy of 2D and 3D arts. (Two of the 3D ones—suzanimals as I call them—have been guarding my house for a decade.)
She met Nick Rose in England about 30 years ago, I think it was Joe who introduced them. They have been partners ever since. Oddly, I knew Nick casually before he met Suzanne, and much better since then. He's a wonderful (and remarkably tolerant, in some respects) fellow.
I think I mentioned above that Suzanne was acerbic. I purchased a small airplane in 1986. By way of congratulation, she purchased a book for me: "How to Avoid Probate."
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Pictures and story on yesterday's blog |
Muriel was the wife of Paul Shuch and, as he put it, the SETI League Den Mother. Paul was the Executive Director of the SETI League and remains thus, with an emeritus added to his title. I met Muriel around '95. She was a very practical person. Here's a quote from the obituary Paul wrote for her:
“let me get this straight. You’re being asked to give up a tenured Full Professorship, a job for life backed by the taxing authority of the State, in order to pursue fringe science on soft money. How can you possibly pass up a deal like that?”
I'll let Paul tell the rest of her story. |
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