Memories

These days it’s hard to find a breath of fresh air in the midst of the suffocating, soul-sucking black cloud that engulfs us all 24-7;  namely, Donald Trump and his syndicate of grifters, ghouls and goofballs.

Between lung cancer and Trump-drama, good things sometimes get buried in my worry pile.  I savor all the bright spots I can get and it’s nice to have a place like this blog to share them.

Yesterday in his column Charlie Pierce mentioned that country music legend Glenn Campbell can no longer play a guitar because of Alzheimer’s progression.  This is profoundly sad news for those of us who grew up with Campbell’s music.

I’m not a big fan of country music (except for the old stuff), but I am mesmerized by anyone who can flat play a guitar and Glen Campbell was one who could, in spades. I think his talent in this area was underappreciated, or perhaps overshadowed by his fame as a singer/song writer.

Pierce has some “skin in the game,” as he says, when it comes to Alzheimer’s because it lurks in his family DNA. While there is no Alzheimer’s link in my family history, it’s the disease I fear more than cancer. Yep, more than cancer.

One of the reasons I keep this blog is to record (and remember, thanks to chemobrain) meaningful things I’ve read or heard.  This video is one of those things. It’s also the reason I mentioned Charlie Pierce – to attribute the link in his column that took me to the video. It evoked a memory for me that I’d like to keep and share.  Thanks, Charlie Pierce.

How fortunate we all are to be able to remember the gift of Glenn Campbell.  (And Roy Clark, too.)

Enjoy your Sunday.