I’m never quite sure if the comments get circulated the way the regular posts do, so I’m going to post this twice, and share with everyone what I already sent Mom - how the whole time I read this I was thinking of another Tom Waits song, a sad sweet two minute instrumental that features a pump organ - or maybe it was a harmonium. Check out Tom's piece - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fIWfRb4rbU4. Anyway, I'll be sad to see that old pump organ go, and moreso now that we know it's story.
But I’m happy to have the chance to get the story. And now, here’s a challenge to all, and this comes from Mom to me after I recently shared with her a bit of my own twelve year old story. “Very good, son,” she said, “but let’s get everyone into this.” My bit had been what I call a moleskin memoir, a 3x5 notebook full of my first homes in Minnesota and then Cook County, and I do look forward to sharing this. But first, where were you when you were twelve and thirteen? I’d love to hear from you all!
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