(Excerpt from NEW BOOK Memory Clouds, Chapter 2)
I talked to John Denver on the phone the night before he died. The night before his own great leap into the abyss, although “crash” is a more correct choice of word. His first big hit sung by Peter, Paul and Mary, was “Leaving on a Jet PLANE.” Yes, I know what some people are thinking; his death is rife with irony. No, he didn’t crash in a jet plane, but it was a plane. I loved to fly with John. He was an excellent pilot. I don’t understand all the rigmarole about his pilot’s license, but I trusted Roger. Roger was also a good pilot and like John, grew up flying with his dad and if John had been a mediocre pilot, Roger would have been the first to rag him about it. Roger liked correcting people, and even if he could be annoying about it, he was usually right. I also took flying lessons and knew enough to know that John was an expert pilot. John’s father, Dutch, was a famous Air Force Pilot whom I knew briefly. Dutch and John flew Roger and me to Lake Tahoe the week after Roger won a Grammy in 1981. Father and son were obviously very close. They laughed with each other—had a great time. No simmering anger beneath the surface of this relationship as implied in other books, one supposedly co-written by John. I had problems with my dad when I was young, but we smoothed that over later, the same with John. John did leave an architect degree behind to be a folk singer. I doubt if many dads would have been thrilled with that choice, but his dad supported him soon thereafter and I could tell from Dutch’s demeanor, no one could have been prouder. I could see it in his face when looking at John. Some stories get hijacked, I mean, ghost-written, which is why, my readers, I take full credit for this book; whatever it is, it is me (and maybe Roger’s ghost just a little).
Daniel Hahneman, a Nobel Prize winning expert in these matters of how we experience life says that the “remembering self […] our memory tells the story.” And, we all know there are as many versions of a train wreck as there are witnesses. Think of my “remembering” as my offering of poetic prose, a glimmering of words from a subconscious mind that has followed my “experiencing self” around for nearly sixty years. The goal of my book is for me to heal, and for the reader, to hopefully, be a little inspired, or maybe just entertained—critics are embraced.
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Let me know where to send money, and please inscribe it with something cool…;)
Hi Harry/Paul, you found my new consolidated site! I’m in the middle of deciding whether to wait for a small publisher or just go for it. Thanks for stopping by 😉
Conrad, publish it yourself on Amazon. Use Amazon KDP . It’s free and gives you step by step how to do it, plus you’ll have full control of your book. they’ll even help you market, and sell it. It’s worth checking it out. Ron
Thanks Rich. I am looking at that. I published a poetry book like that a while back. It’s okay, just not the marketing machine that bigger publishers have…but I will do that, at the very least. I actually found a couple more errors in the book, so as soon as that’s updated, I will go ahead and ePub. I appreciate your interest. 😉 http://www.amazon.com/On-The-Beach-Poems-Vignettes-ebook/dp/B00DE8NVW4