Farewell Bob & Diana,

While we hope to see you before the west wind carries you east, we loved you when—when we met you two years ago—when the poetry captured us—when we broke bread and shared energy, memories and hope.

Tabor Space filled with friends. Then more friends and Greg brought out folding chairs; then more folding chairs. Listeners young; listeners old; listeners with ears for music and hearts for change and souls bent on freedom and hands ready to give.

And Bob delivered. Poetry, Jazz and Other Reasons: Opus 8. The Beat breathes—Kerouac, Snyder, Ginsberg, Ferlinghetti, Meltzer, Corso, Creeley and Dorothy Parker— and T.S. Eliot.

And there was Dan Davis on Bass, Stuart Fessant on sax and Tim DuRoche on drums. San Francisco was a time unredeemable yet unforgettable and Portland was eternal; like the rising audience and ringing applause.

Those open minds that blew down the established walls and cried out to veterans and wounded souls of all persuasions—“hate was a mistake that could not even make a blue moon”.

Time thrills us. It is now. And Diana and Bob, you remain now –now for . . . forever.

With Love,
Debra & Tim