Meeting My Love
He and I knew each other in high school but not well. He was two years ahead of me and our paths didn’t cross that much. So it was while he was in college that I first spoke to the genius at his fraternity house one night.
I had a date with one of his “brothers,” who was strictly a friend to me, and we stopped by the frat house after a movie. There was the genius sitting at the piano --- and playing it! On the black keys!! I was fascinated – all of the songs were played in f sharp (or g flat). He claimed not to know how to play, but he obviously did – and well. I later learned that he had taken piano lessons for several years when he was younger, but he was playing that night by ear. I remember sitting down on the bench beside him and watching him, captivated by his musical talent, but also by his incredible good looks.
As my date and I left the house, he told me not to be surprised if the genius called me. According to him, the genius had a habit of dating girls that my friend asked out. I found out later that there was a reason for this. It seems that my future husband asked my friend one day, “Who was that girl you were with the other night?” The answer he received was “I’m not telling YOU because I know you will try to steal her away.” Since that was NOT his intention at all, the genius was highly insulted and from that point on, he began to ask out any girl my friend did.
So that’s the story of how we began our relationship. He did call me, he did ask me out, and I did accept -- with alacrity! Eleven months later we were married.
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I have always admired people who can play musical instruments, because I can't play any.
My brother, Rick, was a very good guitar player, back in the seventies. He told me about a time that he went over to Norman Blake's house in Nashville and Norman Blake asked Rick to play something. Rick gave it a shot and Blake said, "Boy, you don't know anything!"
Rick got upset once when I repeated the story in his hearing. But I told him that Norman Blake wouldn't have said that to just anybody. If he had said that to me, it would have sounded like praise to my ears.
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