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Divergent Paths
In between high school and college I briefly worked for a local stereo/piano/organ retailer. During that summer I got to work with Steve.
Steve and I could converse. Share a laugh or two. But never really buddied up so to speak. Besides his father owned the store, and at the time, his father (my boss) was satan. That's satan with a small "s".
His dad was rough on his employees. And from the outside looking in, he was also rough on his family. Besides, I knew better than to pal up with satanic spawn, being raised Baptist and all.
Sorry, I'm getting off point.
Steve was one of those persons that I consider "filler". I knew him well enough to know I didn't know him at all. That's not to say he wasn't a nice guy, if I had to guess I'd say he probably turned out just fine. I just didn't know him, he didn't know me, and neither of us made any attempt to bridge the gap.
Fast-Foward>>
So I'm in Barnes and Noble the other day, perusing the art/photography section when I noticed a small, yellow book.
I picked up the book and start flipping the pages.
Then it hit me. "Holy crap... I used to move pianos with this guy!"
I've admired his work for years, LONG before I knew it was Steve's.
Who'da thought?
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On another "brush with fame", in 1989 I ran into Bonnie Raitt in the women's restroom at Denver Stapleton Airport. It was an extreme "duh" moment.
9/7/2004 08:39:05 PM
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