Touch of Grey will, well, touch upon the rainbow that is life. Good music, good times, and good friends combine to make all the splendid colors. Touch of Grey will celebrate this beautiful rainbow.

Monday, September 19, 2011


You died today, alone in dad's garage. We don't know why, or how. All we know is that it is very quiet in the house without you.

You came to us six years ago from a place unknown. You were only around six months old, and such a little man - not a kitten and not yet a cat. I fell in love with you and your long orange fur and copper eyes the minute I saw you. I wanted so much to take care of you, but you were an independent spirit.

We watched you grow into a beautiful cat whose sense of adventure led to mishaps, the worst being a broken right hip. But you had surgery for that and recovered well, your limber body betraying no signs of ever having been injured.

I can only guess what you got into this time. I'm sorry I wasn't there when you took your last breath. Tonight will be the first night you won't be coming to bed with me, mashing and purring, mussing up the covers to make yourself a soft spot to lay down in. I buried you beneath the same tree that so many other of my babies lay underneath.

I named you Sunny not just because you could always find a sunshiney spot anywhere to bask in, but also because your fur was the color of the sun. Mostly, though, you were my Funny Sunny Bunny Honey who brought an immeasureable amount of light into my life.

Good night, sweet prince. Sleep tight.

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Delicate Sound of Thunder

Not only is it a sound that I am enjoying just outside my window right now, "Delicate Sound of Thunder" is also the title of a collection of some of the greatest live performances ever captured. The soundtrack and video of Pink Floyd's moments in the spotlight is an astonishing accomplishment. You can either run out and grab it for yourself, or simply enjoy a sample here as well as performances from "Pulse". Always, always, ALWAYS they manage to blow me away.

Hmmmm.....there's something about a cloudy, rainy day and Pink Floyd that is magical, don't you agree?

And, my sweet orange crush, the third song is for you. It's okay, it happens to the best of us. And the best of us come out intact after all.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

I Wonder What She Thought

I wonder what she thought
As she stood there, strong and tall.
She couldn't turn away,
She was forced to watch it all.

Did she long to offer comfort
As her country bled?
With her arm forever frozen
High above her head.

She could not shield her eyes
She could not hide her face.
She just stared across the water
Keeping freedom's place.

The smell of smoke and terror
Somehow reduced her size
So small within the harbor
But still we recognized...

How dignified and beautiful
On a day so many died
I wonder what she thought,
And I know she must have cried.

Saturday, September 3, 2011

The Class of '85

At the risk of echoing the Statler Brothers, the class of '85 had its dreams.

Now, 26 years later, some of those dreams have changed. Some have been realized. And some are still being built.

There's Jimmy, the retired AirForce man with a classic Corvette and head of hair and tanned body that should be the envy of men half his age. There's Richard, the school photographer-turned-paramedic. There's the cool chick turned scientist. There's Terry, the track star-turned nurse and mom to college students. There are mothers, fathers, grandparents. There are those of us who have lost loved ones and those of us who have grown our families.

Donna the teacher, Darren the bodybuilder, Marvin the oilfield expert who couldn't attend because he's working half a world away, Natalie the assistant district attorney. And Charles, the marketing/website genius with a Master in Fine Arts. They, and we, are all part of something special: the class of '85. Our colors? Silver and blue. Our flower? Lavender orchid (wonder where on Earth we came up with that?). Our song? Well, now, you must remember this was 1985. Okay, so it was "We are the World."  Were our choices always right, always brave? No, not always. But I suspect more so than not. And maybe we were the world, we were the children. And all children have dreams.

And dreams are always more special when set to music. Enjoy some of the sounds from that year with me, won't you? And, here's hoping all your dreams come true.