THE QUEEN MARY has taken up permanent residence in Long Beach, 90802.
I live in the same zip code but that wasn't true when ship-guests, Raymond Peterssen and Paul Oliverio were photographed with the pointed finger being mine.
The woman I was with took the picture. Raymond's wife was alongside her. Lori Peterssen was in a wheel chair. She could not walk then nor now. Muscular Dystrophy can do that to a person.
It was very late 2001 when the Peterssens, LC & me spent a weekend aboard the Queen Mary.
I have lived in Long Beach sine 2006.
The fifty-one year old guitarist had been playing that instrument for forty-five years.
As opposed to the give-me-anonymity dulcimer player.
I felt as if I had been playing that instrument for no longer than forty-five minutes.
Though–truth be seen–Ray is really digging the dulcet tones I produced.
And truth be known: the kazoo may be the only musical instrument in the world easier to play
than the Appalachian dulcimer
Besuited aboard the fabled luxury ship, above our heads are some very distinguished passengers from the days when the Queen Mary actually traversed the ocean. I believe two of those people were Godette & Gus. YES! They were in the creation business but the male half used an alternate three-letter-G name to disguise his divinity.
To the right of Raymond is my eighth-grade class picture. My right hand is touching the Queen Mary photograph. One of the girls in the other classroom pic is LC. She was the reason I made the MOST STUPID DECISION OF MY LIFE: retiring from Jefferson HS on my fifty-fifth birthday, three years after the QM weekend.
I hope you recognize the CD cover of Boz Scaggs' DIG. This DIG link leads to a purchase point wherein four customer reviews averaged a four-star rating.
Between Raymond and myself, we gave DIG a rating of about one thousand stars, maybe more.
I vowed that whenever I listened to any track of DIG, I would telephone Raymond Peterssen. But he passed away either one half hour before or one half hour after the Godfatherofmath.blogpost.com was created. That was six months ago.
What a son of a bitch!
Raymond, why don't you answer the goddam phone?
I need your wisdom, your wit, your guidance,
your C-minor-sevenths with the diminished ninth...
It aint easy to say this but I love you. You already knew that, didn't you?
Why the hell do you think this blog is dedicated to YOU?
And you also know that I have been playing dulcimer since 1972, when I graduated from the Lewis Carroll School. It was a gift from my late great Aunt Betty, who is definitely residing somewhere along Eternal Bliss Boulevard. Please thank her for me, Raymond.
But that night on the Queen Mary, I just wanted to yield the stage to YOU!
Kiss your parents and mine, will you please.
But keep your goddam hands off my sister, Linda.
However, I sincerely doubt she is able to keep her hands off of YOU!
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