The blog has been fitfully sleeping the last few months. But even in its somnambulant state it still moves by slow inertia under the weight of the over thirteen thousand posts I have written to date.
And in the next week or two I will have hit eight million views. Whooppee! Seems like we just cranked over the seven million viewer mark.
I have been watching my stats during my absence and a cool thing is happening. People are actually reading my short stories, a point of pride for me. I love to write short fiction although I daresay some of you think that everything I write is fiction. I get you. Anyway my short stories have been trending each week and that makes me happy.
I rarely can write short stories and need to be in a certain space that just doesn't happen very often. Hope you enjoy them. Something to remember me when I am gone.
Because none of us live forever.
I have lost several friends these last few months, some I am sure that I am forgetting. We lost our musician friend Barry Goldberg, shown here with his lovely wife Gail.
The founder of the Electric Flag, Barry loved Tiffany glass and kachinas and was cooler than cool. This picture was taken in my booth at the Bustamante show in Pasadena, I love my inventory back then! That bird has flown.
Remember, give your loved ones a hug at every possible opportunity, don't wait too long!
This movie doesn't last forever!
1 comment:
Robert,
Your reference to Barry Goldberg's death took me back to Chicago, circa 1964/1965, My older sister was soon to be married to a guy who was buddies with Barry Goldberg and Michael Bloomfield and they hung out at his apartment. At the time they weren't cool looking hipsters. Just Jewy looking guys from the north side. But my soon to be brother in law told me that these guys were going to be significant. Bloomfield had already developed some notoriety. Lo and behold, he became a widely respected blues guitarist. Like many with early bursts of fame, he died young. Barry Goldberg was approachable, even to an acne faced teenager. They weren't much older, maybe mid twenties. But they seemed worldly. Interestingly, my brother in law's father owned an auction house in Chicago. He gave me my first job in the business. It's where I was introduced to the Tiffany glass, an interest Goldberg came to, presumably on his own. My brother in law became my ex brother in law. He, as they say, FAFO. Got into trouble screwing around with consignor's money and went to jail. It ruined his life.
Thanks for triggering a walk down Memory Lane for me.
D
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