I have been looking for several days for an old post about Bob Seger. I’ve written a few. I had pictures of myself dancing at a concert, I thought, on my 60th birthday. Here it is! Thanks goddess of the internet. Okay now to hunt for the pic of Bob. And the post. I’ll just link to them. When I find them.
Well, my uncle Tom is sending me a photo. Bob when he had his long hair (he looks 30 but maybe he was more like 40) and he’s smiling wide next to a camera on a tripod. Of course it’s one of my uncle’s photos. He has a website where you can view all his photos. I will for sure post it when I receive it.
Since I cannot find the posts I wrote about Bob maybe 20 years ago, I will retell this story of when I met him. It was strange, now I look back. My mom is a card. I guess she knew Bob. And he was at my uncle’s wedding. The reception was in an art gallery. So Mom introduced me to Bob. Then she walked away to talk to someone else. And there Bob and I were and neither of us said a word. I don’t know how we got next to a wall but that’s what I recall. We just stood there and people watched.
I could not think of a thing to say. But it was not an uncomfortable silence. At least on my end. I remember he was holding a beer, dark brown bottle, between two fingers of his right hand. Just in a casual way but I never saw him sip it. His dad was an alcoholic, so he was not much of a drinker. I saw the Detroit Free Press book review editor across the room. That was my favorite section of the paper, so I excused myself from Bob and went to talk to her. I told her how I loved her column and we talked a little bit about books.
That is all I remember of that day. Some details so glued in, others not. People say I have a really good memory. And I do. Or I did. I tend to write about my life as it happens every morning. I take good notes. In college I would jot notes and then go home and copy them because in class I wrote at such speed what I was getting at wasn’t always clear. But in process of writing those notes twice, I committed them, more or less, to memory.
Lately, my memory has not been so good. I forget what I’m talking about mid-sentence or where I was headed from one room to the next. I cannot remember how to do things on my sorta new computer. I blame it on the computer. And Word Press is so much harder. lol. Like I cannot find things in my archives. Right now my archives are a blog post, which was unintentional but at least they are there. And at least I remember to post once a month.
If, however, I skip a month or several, you’ll know why. I forgot. I am going to tell my doc about the memory loss when I see her next. It seems to be a bit worse than before. Al thinks I am just fine and so do I. Uncle Tom, please don’t forget to send the picture.
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