Friday, January 01, 2010

It's New Years Day. We are in St. Michaels. Home.

Mom is on the phone with a reporter from a newspaper in Baltimore who is doing a story about Hope for Henry starting its program at Sinai Hospital. I just slipped her a note that said, "make sure to mention your book." And Mom whispered back that the reporter has already read it. I am glad there are people getting to know you who didn't know you.

Todd Snider, who I love and who is mentioned in Saving Henry, sings a song about his friend Eddy who died on New Years Day 10 years ago. I wonder how he does that night after night without crying. I love that he remembers him that way. John Prine, who I also love, sings a song in every concert called Souvenirs. He wrote that song with his really close friend Steve Goodman, who died of leukemia.


© John Prine & Steve Goodman

All the snow has turned to water
Christmas days have come and gone
Broken toys and faded colors
Are all that's left to linger on
I hate graveyards and old pawn shops
For they always bring me tears
I can't forgive the way they rob me
Of my childhood souvenirs

Memories they can't be bought
They can't be won at carnivals for free
Well it took me years
To get those souvenirs
And I don't know how they slipped away from me

Broken hearts and dirty windows
Make life difficult to see
That's why last night and this mornin'
Always look the same to me

I hate reading old love letters
For they always bring me tears
I can't forgive the way they rob me
Of my sweetheart's souvenirs

I guess it is a bit like Alex Ovechkin kissing the sky after he scores each goal. Maybe this blog is my Souvenirs. 
Saving Henry is Mom's.  I don't how she is going to read from the book at book parties and readings and not cry.

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