In an act of sublime procrastination, I spent a recent Saturday afternoon building shelves and moving all the CDs from the basement to the studio. See, I could have been writing my final case study for my Quantitative Decision Making class, grading home work, writing lectures, etc. Instead, I strapped on my trusty fish-heads, now in their 8th season, and spent a glorious day sawing wood in the heat.
I have a lot of CDs because I was a wholesale music buyer. That, and meeting the occasional semi-famous person were the perks of the job. The only perks.
The girls helped me unpack them. They are COMPLETELY out of order, and about 200 CDs are missing jewel boxes. We had a great time – I really don’t know how I managed to get by without my Lubricated Goat album.
At the bottom of one of the boxes, I found an envelope from my father. He addressed it to my great aunt in 1984 and never sent it – as we can see, he didn’t have her zip code. I don’t remember putting this envelop in the box – I don’t even remember seeing it (maybe Onespot does – he helped me pack all this up).
It contains drawings, each signed by him and containing a brief explanation of the drawing on the reverse side. I couldn’t believe my eyes – and what’s better, there was a drawing in there that I didn’t remember him doing.
I don’t believe that the people who pass on ever really leave us. And, in a very real way, my father has been popping up a lot lately. I ran across that Picasso quote that I wrote about, and then several of his old friends from his childhood have found me on the web and sent their regards. And now, these drawings.
So, I want to share these drawings with you. Thanks, Pop!
