While in college, there was a small shop off campus that had stained glass supplie, Having always wanted to learn the art, I walked in one day and was met by this old grouch, we talked, asked him if he gave lessons, no, so I started to leave, well when do you want to start?. OK it did not take long until student and teacher became lovers.
We enjoyed time riding his motorcycle, downtown Saturday nights hearing that old black guy blow that Sax, and the week we had at St Simons and Jekyll Island and yes he loved his Jack and herbs. Then I returned to school in Sept, looked up and he was gone.and leaves for over 20 years.
Some years ago I was at a gallery hop, he walks in like he owns the place. Well what happened to you? Well I got married, am a granny and made a life for myself. You?? Nothing. We had a drink, talked, no we had both moved on, kissed him and never saw him again.
Saw this past week where he had passed, just the name, no family, no service. Maybe the way he wanted it.
Wish I could have goven him the send off he wanted. Taken his ashes to the south beach of Jekyll Island, had a bottle of Jack with me, opened it and took a drink, then cast his ashes to the wind. “Good bye you glorious ole bastard, you taught me so much about life and thank you for the most wonderful summer of my life.”