Love is a Mystery

I used to work with the editor, Richard Garlick, who is an inspiration to me.

I read all the texts that he edited hoping to learn to become a better writer.

Even when he was busy and working on deadlines, he had time to answer my questions, whether work or life related. He loved to share a story or a laugh with anyone who came into his office.

I could hear him from my office, talking with others, and I would listen in. He is a marvelous raconteur. His laugh is musical, and his eyes are kind and encouraging.

He edited one of my texts once, and changed very little in it, and it gave me the courage to consider writing stories.

I don't work with him anymore, but thanks to Facebook I keep in touch.

Did I mention that he is also a wonderful singer and musician?

Here, take a moment to listen to him and his friend sing a tribute they wrote to Buddy Holly:

"Love Is A Mystery - a Buddy Holly song if there ever was one! Written and performed by Richard Garlick and Ian Hammond as a tribute to the man, lost to us 50 years ago, but whose music lives on."

Musicians of New Brunswick

I was rushing home, when I came across a group of friendly musicians.

They came as separate pairs to visit friends in Ottawa, connected and decided to play together. They are not a band, but rather two separate musical duos.

I didn't want to chat too long, since they had an audience and people seemed to be in a generous mood.

Their bluegrass music and sweet harmonies, and their hip grungy look sent me off in a happy humming mood.

Labanne c'est pas banale

I have a weakness for boys

with red hair.

My first fiancé had red hair and freckles.

We were nine.

Yellow Rose of Elmdale

About a year ago, my trusted friend dropped by one night, and invited me to the Elmdale Tavern.

"Oh, but I'm not a fan of country music," I apologized.

"Don't worry, it's Ball and Chain. You'll like them, I promise you!"

I have been back six times since, and not just because I keep missing Jody Benjamin flashing us her frilly underwear!