I’ve visited NYC for years, mainly to see family. After my grandma passed away in December, the city became a sadder place for me.
It was inevitable, but even though I had prepared for it, I could not know how I would feel until I returned to NYC for the first time since my grandma’s funeral.
It was a different kind of trip but a special one in many ways.
I flew in with my husband, and as usual, we visited old haunts, listened to live music, and met with friends and family. And as usual, there was not enough time to see everyone we had hoped to see.
What was different, however, was our return home. We hitched a ride back with my uncle and aunts. They were coming to spend time with the Canadian side of the family, namely my mom and my other aunt and cousins.
As the moon sat high in the sky, we packed up the car and set off at 4 AM for the nine-hour trip to Toronto. With little to no traffic, we took pleasure in the foggy terrain as we drove out of NYC and watched the sun rise. During the drive, we played the music of three artists: Simon and Garfunkel; Jim Croce; and The Doors.
“The Only Living Boy in New York” is one of the songs that will now forever remind me of that road trip.
Enjoy and I hope you have a great week.
Last week, I blogged about Robert Johnson, blues great who died at age 27 in 1938.
Jim Morrison, poet, songwriter, and lead singer for The Doors met the same fate at 27.
Here’s one of my favourites, the title track from the album LA Woman, released only three months before Jim Morrison’s death in Paris, France.
To this day, a cloud of mystery hangs over the way he died. Was it a heroin overdose, negligence on his girlfriend’s part, or heart failure as cited on the death certificate?
No autopsy was ever performed.
Jim Morrison died July 3, 1971.
Last week, I featured John Lee Hooker to highlight my book “Seduced by the Blues” and received a bizarre comment that had nothing to do with the post. Good friend and author, Justin Bog said to me, “People are strange” and suggested I use this song this week. Thanks Justin!
He’s right. People are strange.
As a writer of erotica, “strangeness” is not foreign to me. There is as much diversity in sexual preferences as there are people in the world. Strange? Perhaps, but that’s not for me to judge. My “normal” might be someone else’s kinky and vice versa.
“Act Three” is a complex story about people whom you might consider strange. It involves a director, an actor, and a woman who wants them both. I use my love of wordplay throughout, and you’ll find it’s quite funny at times. I wrote this to be playful because I think many adults have lost their ability to just have fun.
I’ve received great feedback on this story because it pushes the boundaries for what many readers find comfortable in erotic writing. Hope you’ll give it a try.
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