Letter to my daughter

Wednesday the 12th, 2006, was another interesting day of sound checks only this time it was Guns ‘n Roses, however their stuff all afternoon was varied enough that it was a bit of a “miniconcert.”

Beylerbeyi, the Asian side of Istanbul, Turkey, listening to an open-air concert venue on the opposite side of the Bosphorus strait which separates Asia from Europe.

Around 9 pm we were treated to the real thing and surprise, surprise, the noise level was not bad and after midnight (yes I was still up) we were only faintly aware of the music. James Brown was in town the same night but at a different venue so we did not hear him, amazing that he is 73 years old. I heard him live in 1963 in the Omaha auditorium, we two couples were the only white faces in the crowd, for that time, it was simply no big deal to the black folks and a totally wacked out experience for me. Later the same winter we also saw the Beach Boys and there was not a black face in the crowd…

Like the corners of my mind
Misty water-colored memories
Of the way we were
Scattered pictures,
Of the smiles we left behind
Smiles we gave to one another
For the way we were
Can it be that it was all so simple then?
Or has time re-written every line?”

As I get older I wonder if my mind is playing tricks on me or did I really experience my life as I remember it? Hmmm, neat philosophical juncture which could be juice for a writers thesis I suppose.

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