Wasn't expecting that. Thanks Mick and Dad. Just thought you'd like to see the painting. Like John asked in song, I think we did give the flowers when they were alive. I think they knew how important they were to us before passing. I think they know it still. I read somewhere that Edgar Lee Masters, buried up on the hill in Petersburg, IL, had a fondness for dirty jokes. Doesn't matter about the myths. A true story is an oxymoron. I like my idols human. Makes divinity more tangible and the sum of their accomplishments something I might attain a fraction of. There's part of me that will always "walk the deck where my Captain lies." We are all touched and held firm in the tapestry by those threads that run before us, holding and supporting those threads that run ahead. If I ever do justice to the legacy by stringing the right couple of words together now and then, it's only because I had greater storytellers teaching me how.
Chris