Harmonicahelps.….. from a contented Busker.

Pictures showing in a hallway Grand River Hospital Today in ICU, Hilary again was fully aware. Came a visit from special staffers on Diabetes info and guidance. Probably she will be moved to Internal Medicine. .

wonderful turnaround from life threatening COMA. FOURTEEN DAYS SOMEWHERE ELSE. And now she is back to us. God...all God.

Sunday morning. Dark and Brooding. Scrambled eggs hit the spot. Cold water kept in refrigerator. Looking up comments on poetry One lonely young woman spoke up. Said thanks. Reflecting on an isolated Live-alone existence. Our exchange was tremendous. Major reason why I blog Develop websites and videos Busk with harmonicas Out on the street. Remember a guy who Dropped his bike to enter The pharmacy Rexall. Came back out teary eyed We started to talk. He said that he was so lonely. Said the music seemed just like MEDICINE. He recently had started Opening up. He then pumped away, smiling. I knew a little more clearly Why I was there. Post COVID hammering. href="http://puffnchord7.blogspot.com/"> http://puffnchord7.blogspot.com/

  Remember hearing her live with Brother Be Be in Detroit crusade. Morris Cerullo. They sang the following…crowd members were on their feet. Approximately 1986.

  - I love this man’s picture formation. Squeezing something formal and grand and much observed into a smallish view issuing off   Billy’s kitchen table after the lowering sun has left the closest window. And the six o’clock radio seems irrelevant… Doug Blair, an admirer of Billy Collins in Kitchener Ontario.  Now      Doug Blair  - 

  Lauren is just too cool a teen.

 

 

  The saxophone part is really good. Gotta be one for Bogart, Powell, Mitchum or Holden. Laura, a reverie.

 

 

 

  Shut down a factory Or make big changes. Minnesota small town. The city girl Half freezes to death. Gradually warms up to Several decent friends. One romance coming Out of the impossible. Fireworks. Yogurt sales boom. Scrap booking club  Dontchyaknow. Harry Connick Jr. And JK Simmons. Tag along.

  It’s Israel for Ruth.

  This little Guy on lap With 15 taps each side Will sorrows over-ride With oft time tunes Old Chap. And jigs get special calls In ships’ dark nether room To sweep away the gloom Whatever weather falls. Or social night perchance When couples rise to dance. Their arms entwined to hold In overtures, some bold.

  I find you here again The Record Shop on Sixth And you fancy Neil Diamond While I go for Bonnie Raitt And Joni Mitchell. You pick up an Alan Jackson And tell me to check him out Especially Living on Love. Remember THAT. You started our conversation. And I have to believe That it wasn’t just Music Preferences. Every week, same time We both showed up. Five in a row. Proprietor just grinned knowingly. Liam Neeson, Sandra Bullock movies followed. At the Belleview. That was six years ago. The Baby came 17 months later. And she now plays some guitar. You keyboard And my little harmonicas. And djembe drum. Making music. Amen to that.

 

 

 

 

Two Guys who love To jam with me Monday mornings Harmonicas and one Button accordion. The old songs listed  For practice and  Continuous improvement. (The Rose, Danny Boy Shenandoah, Amazing Grace Oh What a Beautiful Morning Lily Marlene, Where have all the Flowers Gone.) Laughter. New ideas. Not too much talking Or offtrack we go. I am usually the culprit In that department. Quickly I get reminded. And the common accord Is renewed. Beautiful simple sounds. Together. First introduced at a Harmonica Club. Rockway Senior Centre. Thank you Matt and Rick.