Back in September, 1983 -- before they invented such things as middle-aged disgruntlement, sallow complexions, iPhones, "American Idol", and insufferable internet acronyms such as "LOL" and "BFF" -- Patti came to visit us in Albertson, New York for a few days. My brother and I had procured tickets to see Johnny Winter at a fairly well-known local club called My Father's Place in Roslyn. Unfortunately, It's not there any longer.
I think Patti was pleased that we were going to see Johnny, since, at the time, she had made it known that she was a blues fan. That night, I remember Johnny blazing away on his guitar, literally three feet away from us, while Patti was smiling and dancing away with a glass of Hennessy cognac in her hand, and having a really good time. It was a great show. The next day, which was sort of cloudy and gray, I remember Patti getting up and going for an endless jog around and around our block. I was pretty impressed, because, at the time, I honestly couldn't have done even one lap around my block without throwing up, and I was only 20 years old at the time.
Patti's visit in September, 1983 has been an enduring memory for me all these years. Often, still, when I listen to Johnny Winter, I think of her, and the show we saw back then. I am so sorry for the Haugh and Trudell families, and for the sadness you must be feeling. Please accept my very sincere condolences.
My buddies - me, Patti, and Arthur on the Kangamangus ,a place we enjoyed so often. We spent so much time together and we laughed and laughed. Two special people who will stay forever young in my heart.
Back in September, 1983 -- before they invented such things as middle-aged disgruntlement, sallow complexions, iPhones, "American Idol", and insufferable internet acronyms such as "LOL" and "BFF" -- Patti came to visit us in Albertson, New York for a few days. My brother and I had procured tickets to see Johnny Winter at a fairly well-known local club called My Father's Place in Roslyn. Unfortunately, It's not there any longer.
ReplyDeleteI think Patti was pleased that we were going to see Johnny, since, at the time, she had made it known that she was a blues fan. That night, I remember Johnny blazing away on his guitar, literally three feet away from us, while Patti was smiling and dancing away with a glass of Hennessy cognac in her hand, and having a really good time. It was a great show. The next day, which was sort of cloudy and gray, I remember Patti getting up and going for an endless jog around and around our block. I was pretty impressed, because, at the time, I honestly couldn't have done even one lap around my block without throwing up, and I was only 20 years old at the time.
Patti's visit in September, 1983 has been an enduring memory for me all these years. Often, still, when I listen to Johnny Winter, I think of her, and the show we saw back then. I am so sorry for the Haugh and Trudell families, and for the sadness you must be feeling. Please accept my very sincere condolences.
My buddies - me, Patti, and Arthur on the Kangamangus ,a place we enjoyed so often. We spent so much time together and we laughed and laughed. Two special people who will stay forever young in my heart.
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