Summer of '69. Woodstock (the town, not the festival in Bethel - for those who may not know, there is a difference).

Never did two voices make love like these two. The passion and the pain were in them, and in everyone who, having a life and soul, shared the moments. If either of them visit this thread again:

Lady, you are not a black woman whose voice and soulful being (care) was (is) beyond forever. You are every woman, and always will be.

HC - your arrogance was tempered by true talent to interpret the chords of a 12-string, the notes of meaning, and the power of the music.

There are two beginnings that resonate in me most:

"Child, child, child, of my mind..."

"Once I ran the rocks, down to the seashore..."

A lifetime has passed, full of sorrows and happiness, sweetness and pain.

When so young, you knew of these things. Of a kind. Now, of the years, you know them, of a kind.

Now, may you share them again. That would be wise and good - beyond yourselves. Your journey, briefly together, was not to profit - it was to teach. Lessons must be renewed.

Peace, gentle souls.

PS - I agree with the others of you - the greatest duet in "recorded" history. Period.