It was a day that remains in my top ten Best Days list.

I ran across this post while researching some old haunts. This was a FREE Springsteen concert. Posted on "Brucebase"

04/28/74 - SWARTHMORE COLLEGE, SWARTHMORE, PA
ONE afternoon outdoor show, double bill, with Springsteen & The ESB headlining and acoustic outfit WIRE AND WOOD (F.C. Collins, Craig Bickhardt and Rick Bell) opening. According to the school’s newspaper if the weather was poor this show was to be held indoors (in Clothier Building Auditorium) but if the weather was fine it would be held outdoors in the school’s small, stunningly beautiful Scott Amphitheater. Perfect, unseasonably warm, weather prevailed so the concert was held outdoors in front of an audience of less than 300 lucky patrons. Apparently the quaint, picturesque atmosphere elicited a particularly jazzy performance by Bruce and the band. Swarthmore was an all-girls school and Philadelphia Inquirer critic Bill Mandel, who attended this show, described Bruce and the band as performing “to a glade-full of barely clad satyrs and nymphs who writhed and danced in and out of the trees”.

“Swarthmore College’s intimate Scott Amphitheater, site of Springsteen & the ESB’s April 28, 1974 concert. Without doubt the most beautiful, magical location Bruce and the band have ever performed”

What a day. We went back stage after the show and continued to party with everyone. Somewhere there is a photo of me with my wide brimmed Chinese hat that was filled with fresh flowers. Now that I think about it, I guess I was one of those "barely clad" nymphs and yes, we were dancing, happy and full ... of tequila!

We have been very lucky in love.

It was thirty years ago today.    The first date.   One of us was divorcing, the other was six months out from the end of a relationship.   I can remember the beginning of our first date, but I can't remember it ever ending.   We have been together ever since the first 'clink' of the glasses that night.

Through the years, we hear people talk about how marriage takes "work".   We always look at each other, shrug our shoulders, and wonder, "are we doing something wrong?".   We have just always fit with each other.   Our individual wants and needs have always been closely aligned.   As have our hopes and dreams for ourselves and each other.

We were two people whose lives intersected by happenstance.   Now that I think about it, we were very lucky indeed, as well as, in love.

Some places are just down right perfect.

Once in a while, life is perfect at the very moment you find yourself in a perfect place. It all comes together and washes over you like a dream that you have wished for all your life. These are glorious times. Nothing can touch you. Your connection to the beauty of nature has such a solid bond, that for an instant, you feel you will never break away. You don't want to break away. And when you do feel its release, you go away savoring every detail of the memory. For a long time.

It's just another fish story.

It all started with that silly movie. You know the one. All the sudden every guy I knew wanted to be able to throw a fly line and tie the perfect flies. So when faced with the choice of becoming a fishing widow or joining the journey, I chose to go for the ride. And it was a long and bumpy one. I was not what you would refer to as a "natural". Quite the contrary. The first five years were pretty much skunked. That's right. Five YEARS! But I was determined and slowly but surely, I began to land fish. Or at least get them close enough to look them in the eye.

I remember my first fish, because it was my first. A respectable 16" trout. Then a couple years later, I remember that big hog wild rainbow (swear it felt like a salmon) that my buddy Bill had to help me land. That sucker jumped five times and almost spooled me. And now, I remember this one. It was my first lightweight (3 wt.) take and I was being cheered on by many of my favorite people as I brought this beauty in.

When I got started in this I really didn't understand the deal. But now that I've been doing this for ten years, I get it. Now that I think about it, fishing provides me the stillness that I need to balance out my ever moving, ever changing life! So here's to you my slimy, scaly, little (and not so little) friends. Thanks for the tight lines and quiet times.

Not all gifts come wrapped in packages

There was no Christmas tree this year. There were no presents. No pretty packages waiting to be opened Christmas morning. There were no stockings filled with goodies. There was no feast in my oven or guest list to check off. Nothing. If someone had told me that this kind of Christmas would be a season of joy for me, I would have asked them what kind of happy pills they were taking. And then ask for a few.

But, surprisingly, that's the way it turned out. My gifts this year came in the form of people from my past. People who I once loved to the core of my soul. Some of whom I had not seen in over 30 years. Old classmates, old girlfriends, old boyfriends, and even my maid of honor. Never have I been surrounded by people who reveled so deeply in the joy of being together. One more time. Our voices danced and swirled about the old kitchen where we once gathered together all those years ago. It was truly the sound of joy. Repeat...the sound of joy.

I sat Christmas morning in my hotel room, surrounded by the pictures and the memories of that night. It touched me to the center of my being.

Now that I think about it, they were my gifts this year, making it one of my warmest and most loving seasons.

My Christmas Card List Is Shrinking

Upon each passing of Thanksgiving Day, I dig out the Christmas Card List, dust it off and look to see how many cards and stamps to buy. And though I have not noticed this in the past, this year I was struck by two names that will be crossed off. Not that we had a disagreement, nor is it they failed to reciprocate with a card last year. It is because they are no longer living. This was the year they left us. So they will not be at their address if the mailman tries to deliver.

Now that I think about it, I send fewer and fewer cards every year. This year, to honor them, I will look back and embrace my memories of all of those who have left my list and share my love for them, with those who are still living.

They Were Almost Famous

I had a pretty cool boyfriend who was a friend and roadie to a group of really talented musicians. I remember the first time I heard them play. It was pure love at first sound. There was no doubt I was in it with them for the long haul. Every practice, every wedding, every bar, every gig. Most of those gigs have faded from memory, while one I will remember until the day I die. Maybe even longer.

Nineteen Seventy-four. Springsteen at Swarthmore. They opened for Bruce plenty of times, but this was a fresh spring day at an open air amphitheater. The flowering trees that were sheltering us from the sun, were dropping their white petals. They came spinning down upon us as if it were snowing. All the girlfriends were there, sitting in a circle, passing round the Cuervo. And we had our boys, Bruce and the E Street Band to dance around to. It was as perfect as a day can get.

Now that I think about it, I was hooked on the music and lyrics that flowed from these guys as if it were a drug. They may not be famous to the world, but they will always mean the world to me.