I just read your post. You paint a real picture with your words. A very touching & excellent post.
I still want to see “Terrifier 2.”
Glad you liked it-as I have aged, I find I can still remember very fine, color details of things that happened nearly fifty years ago, which is nice, even if other things seem to fade and disappear.
About twenty years ago, as I began posting on FR, I decided to write down things in my life, and I save them, because there are things that have simply gone away.
Interestingly, some of them come back for no reason. For example, the drummer for the Moody Blues passed away recently, and seeing that triggered something from 30 year ago that had completely fled my mind.
My wife and I were in Provincetown, MA about thirty years ago, and we went to the Governor Bradford Restaurant for dinner and drinks. It is a pub style place, occasionally with live entertainment and such. (Provincetown is a very different place now, and so am I, so I don’t do much more than pass through these days)
We were sitting at a high table, and there was an older couple milling about because there were no seats, and I think we asked them if they wanted to sit down with us and share our table (I don’t remember exactly how, but I suspect this is how we came to be sitting at the table with them)
Anyway, they sat down, and somehow we started playing Trivial Pursuit, and we were having a lot of fun. He had a heavy British accent, and she was animated, and we were feeling the socially lubricating effects of our drinks.
At some point, we began just chit-chatting, and he said he was a musician, and played the drums.
We were with them for an hour or so, and had not even introduced ourselves to each other. As we got up to leave, I offered my hand and told him my name, and he said “Graeme Edge”. The name stuck in both of our brains, not because we thought he was a famous musician, but because he was pretty bushy and very animated with that heavy British accent and wide eyes with humor when he was amazed or trying to be funny, and we laughed a lot with them. Americans are often suckers for British accents!
Anyway, his name didn’t register with me at all even though we remembered it for years and would occasionally talk about how much fun we had at that table in the Governor Bradford with a couple of strangers that night.
Like many people, though I enjoyed the music of The Moody Blues, I couldn’t have named a member of the band. It was only until some time a few years later when we were talking about that night, that I looked up the guy’s name and saw a picture of him, realized he was the drummer for The Moody Blues.