for Mimi whose tones touched me like a friend:
beautiful lady who always seemed so distant so restrained so determined to succeed anyway not only for herself but for the underdogs, kicked and scorned, belittled, ignored, loved by her and her friends: loved for their humanity. Oh, beautiful lady who married that crazy Cuban who rocked-out on his lap dulcimer and sang of forbidden subjects prematurely.
In an ugly dorm room at the University of Alabama I shut out my alcoholic room mate with headphones over my eager ears listening to the enchantment of Mimi and Dick only a few years after his ridiculous accident. Am I silly to have never wanted to ride a motorcycle after hearing of that?
So many beautiful ladies and gents singing quietly in the spirit of those two: singing, singing still, ever, gladly, happily, fully, openly: Praise God for all the sweet tones that come from folkies past and present: all the unknown Mimis and Dicks and Juans and Marias here and there, singing and strumming for the very pleasure of the echoes and vibrations and thoughts shared and personally beheld. God bless all the little people determined to enjoy life as it is as long as we can. God bless Mimi and may she know Him now and always. steve sedberry (with great thanks for all that incredible music that somehow reached me when I really needed it)