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Heaven is totally overrated. It seems boring. Clouds, listening to people play the harp. It should be somewhere you can’t wait to go, like a luxury hotel. Maybe blue skies and soft music were enough to keep people in line in the 17th century, but Heaven has to step it up a bit. They're basically getting by because they only have to be better than Hell – Joel Stein, columnist for the Los Angeles Times.
Well... he does have a point. It will take more than a cloud to keep my attention. Flying would be cool, but that too would get old. And if they don't have Internet, forget it.
What would one do if Heaven had clouds, harp music, and wonderful thoughts... Then, Hell had the likes of Jerry Falwell, Hitler, Satan, and a hot climate... BUT it was wired for the Internet!!! ?
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Thanks for the kind comments Douglas. I too heard that Dick had died in southern California. I was very saddened to hear that. Like you, I have been unable to find any photos online of him, or the choir back then.
Then, a few days ago, one of the choir members at that time sent me a photo of the choir in the 83-84 season. Boy did that bring back a lot of memories. For some reason, I'm not in the photo. I was trying to figure out why, but I do seem to recall that for some reason I couldn't make the photo shoot.
Let me know if you would like a copy of the photo.
Hi Bill. I was online looking for information about Dick Kramer. I came across your January 2006 dreamscape of a weekend retreat at Wildwood and it was like pulling a photo out of my own drawer. I was there with Sid Walton, my partner at the time and still my very close friend, and I remember it all and cherish it all as you do. Sid told me last week that Dick had just died and I have been looking for more about him but have found nothing recent. I hadn't seen Dick for several months (casual gym encounters and covnersations) and am now brought to this fond memory of weekends at Wildwood with all of you guys and Dick. Thanks for being here on this blog for me now.
Like a bird on the wire,
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.
Like a worm on a hook,
Like a knight from some old fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee.
If i, if I have been unkind,
I hope that you can just let it go by.
If i, if I have been untrue
I hope you know it was never to you.
Like a baby, stillborn,
Like a beast with his horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me.
But I swear by this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee.
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
He said to me, you must not ask for so much.
And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door,
She cried to me, hey, why not ask for more?
Oh like a bird on the wire,
Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free.
-- Leonard Cohen