I've always thought Steve Morse was the best guitarist of all time. We were stationed in Kirchgoens, Germany in the late 80's, and heard that Kansas (the group) was to be performing there while on a USO sponsored tour. Steve Morse was the lead guitarist!!! They were going to spend the night at one of the guest houses on post.
The morning of the concert dawned cold and wet, yet I was determined to get the autograph of Steve Morse! I stood outside the guest house just after light, drenched in the freezing rain, holding my precious album and CD. Time passed. The door opened! It wasn't Steve Morse. It was a guy with really long hair in a pony tail, dressed in running gear. We talked for a moment, I told him the most scenic run around post ... he loped away. I waited. More time passed. Finally, the door opened again. STEVE MORSE!!!!! Would you please sign my CD and my album? He was most gracious and friendly. And he signed. Then he left. I went home to change my cold drenched clothing.
That evening, at a sparsely attended concert (seriously, there were only like a hundred people there!) - we had front row dancing seats. As the band came onstage ... remember that guy with the long hair? The one that wanted to know about jogging trails? The one I ignored so I could get to STEVE MORSE??? He was the lead singer. Yep, and I didn't even get his autograph! Silly me. Of course my teenage sister Leigh (she lived with us in Germany for a time) jumped on stage and got hugs from the entire band.
The only song I remember clearly is when we all held lighters and swayed with "Dust in the Wind" - which is still one of my favorite songs of all time.
I was sitting in traffic when I saw this wonderful sign. It wasn't until I looked at the picture closely that I noticed The beautiful reflections in the windows of the Office building behind it. If you click to enlarge the photo, you will see what I mean!
Now the only question remaining ... Did Kendra say yes?????
I was taking a walk along the trail at the Fanno Creek Nature Preserve in Tigard (Oregon). The day was warm, sunny and perfect.
Through the air wafted the heady scent of newly mown grass. Soon I could see a giant industrial sized lawnmower coming towards me - it's giant insect-like appendages outstretched, mowing and shredding everything within reach.
I looked to the side of the trail, hoping there was nothing in it's way. There was - a white grocery bag, full of something.
I picked it up and carried it back to my car. By now I was curious. What was in this bag?
Well, 3 pairs of pants (the exact size for my niece, who needs them!), a catalog, a used Tri-Met bus ticket, a pair of trendy shoes, and some little tiny hotel soaps and shampoo.
So I took it home, to distribute to those who need it. I'm sorry someone lost their clothes and things, but I don't feel guilty about taking them. After all, they would have been shredded in a few minutes anyway.
If I could live anywhere in the world, it would be near the ocean. Unfortunately dreams don't always translate into reality. At least I now live near the woods of my childhood, where I can take long peaceful walks and remember the fun we had growing up.