A Celebration of Life for Steven

Okay, it’s a bit more than a month, but Fnord has to attend some wedding thingie in Boston (lame excuse) and there are other commitments I have in the weeks proceeding.

So, mark your calendars:

June 12th – a Celebration of Life for Steven. Two PM.

Griffin and Fnord have graciously volunteered (?) to host this event at their home.  It is going to be a hella party to honor Steven.

Be prepared!

I will be bringing a couple of slabs of my world-famous ribs and a pot of my even more famous Smoked Scrapyard Baked Beans.

Attendance is mandatory – that means you, Roxie and Pondy! If you fail to show up, we will hunt you down and drag you to the celebration. You cannot hide from the “evil liberals!” Liberals are very violent, don’t cha’  know!

Please contact me at WSClark52@gmail.com with questions, directions, comments or whatever.

Also, please note on this thread what you will be bringing. If you can’t bring anything, that’s cool, too. Everyone knows that liberals are socialists and we SHARE.

Be prepared to laugh, cry and sing.

And stuff your face!

We all will.

William Stephenson Clark

“She is all that I have left and music is her name.”

The thread title is from “the Southern Cross,” by Crosby, Stills and Nash, written by Stephen Stills. Personally, it is my favorite CS & N song. The full verse:

“So I’m sailing for tomorrow, my dreams are a dyin’.
And my love is an anchor tied to you, tied with a silver chain.
I have my ship and all her flags are a flyin’
She is all that I have left and music is her name.”

God blessed me with an enormous appreciation for music and then cursed me with absolutely zero musical talent. Zip! Nada! Zilch!

(I love the thread photo – old geezers, like me, still kickin’ it!)

One of the things I will miss most about Steven is interacting with him and others about musical favorites. Our friend had some unusual (perhaps) tastes in music. He loved the obscure, little known and unusual, along with the better known artists. He and I shared a mutual love of all things Dylan. My love of Bob Dylan went a little further – I named my son after him.

In keeping with my intent to stay non-political for a few threads, in remembering Steven, this post is all about music, one of the things most dear to our friend.

So, share your thoughts – music is the thread – what’s playing in your head?

William Stephenson Clark

Monday, 5/10/10, Public Square