It struck me harder and with more reaction than the death of my father 10 years later. I was 24, living in an apartment inside the stadium at Southern Methodist university. I lived with my brother and cousin who worked for the athletic department. I was working for Coca-Cola while…
I was at Berkley in the 60’s, so I had the extreme pleasure of seeing Harry playing in Coffee houses and the like. He was fabulous. Every now and again, if an early class wasn’t interfering, I had the chance to speak with Harry. We would discuss politics, the Vietnam…
Alone on a highway, driving into the city for an overtime shift, I heard Sequel for the first time. I was not a listener of the radio normally, music had always been my mentor. Many of my secret writings were inspired by the music. I held such hope that day,…
Having been catastrophically ill in JANUARY 1980, I had seen Harry Chapin approx. eight times up to the last time at the Front Row Theatre, in December of 1980. I had just recovered from Viral Encephalitis, a disease that erased my memory, and left me with life long disabilities. Seeing…