Last Night

A night with old friends from my days at The Gatepost at Framingham State College (now University).

Meatloaf (1947-2022)

  

In the town I grew up in, before we realized we were getting ripped off by not getting the full six minutes of Queen's "Bohemian Rhapsody" on the radio (this happened even on classic rock radio before Freddie Mercury died, and anyone who says otherwise is lying), we were were grooving to the eight-plus minute Meatloaf opus "Paradise by the Dashboard Light." During one CYO dance, boys and girls took sides on the floor, girls belting the "Will you love me forever?" part and guys being lazy with the far easier "Let me sleep on it..." part.

Thinking of Reunions

Here are the two best shots of all the pictures/selfies I took a while back when I went with Dale Meyer-Curey for a mini reunion with fellow former Framingham Stater Donna Woods. It was so great to connect after so much time passed, especially with Donna in another time zone.

Happy Birthday, Dale Meyer-Curley!

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Dale with husband Erik. A candid during a previous birthday bash.

Aside from publishing an awkward candie, I'm posting a poem I wrote from them almost ten years ago for their wedding. I'm not good with birthday poems, but wedding poems I do a little better with. This was read in their church as part of the wedding ceremony in front of over a hundred people (perhaps my biggest audience ever). This was written in mind that this was a nerdery-packed DC comics themed wedding, with th toppers on their wedding cakes being figures of Green Lantern and Wonder Woman.



Fanning Fiction
For Dale and Erik on their wedding

Somewhere in the outskirts of Boston,
in a half-unpacked house,
is a man and woman starting over
rehearsing the word “home” on their lips
like an in-law’s first name.

Unpacking photo albums, they are reminded
that parts of themselves have been torn
from them before, left to die,
regardless of necessity.

Unpacking comics, they are reminded
that before mythology donned tights,
Prometheus gifted the Earth
with fire and the ability
to heal from any wound, regenerate
to wholeness, over and over.

Sometime before the invited gather,
Dale and Erik will go outside
and pile the ashes of the last half-decade
or more, stolen from place to place,
hidden like hotel towels,
and bury them beside ready-to-light
embers from their imaginations.

And sometime before the ceremony
they will fan the fiction of their youth
into life-giving flame, the origins of a new epic,
complete with costumes unsuitable for
everyday activity. And magic jewelry
that should never be removed.

And no one should doubt that it’s real.

Soupy Blast from The Past

Found this video that my friend Dale Meyer-Curley put on her old LiveJournal pages.  This was before YouTube, and it helped restore faith in the internet. 

Happy Birthday, Dale Meyer-Curley

She's a longtime friend and a recent addition to the Stone Soup family as a contributing editor to Spoonful.  Check out the latest issues (#5 and #6) here.

Finally

Tomorrow: Spoonful issues 5 and 6. Thank you, Dale Meyer-Curley.