Two Years On
“Did you used to live in an old blue bus?” I was asked when I answered the phone. It was the voice of a friend that I had lost track of twenty some years earlier. He had tracked down a few other long lost friends from those nomadic days and we all set out to get reacquainted.
The original old blue bus was a gathering place for good friends, good food, and good music. It was an escape from the workaday world where friends could meet and share some good times. It was a base camp for canoe trips, a mobile sound studio, and a friendly stop along the road, but most of all it was my home.
This virtual Old Blue Bus hit the cyber backroads not long after that first phone call from an old friend. The idea was to rekindle those old friendships and share the good times with other like minded folk. Along the way a number of good people have hopped on the Bus. Many have become regular riders and their contributions have added greatly to the sense of community that has prevailed in this space.
My wife and I once owned a small record shop and produced a monthly concert series in Hobe Sound, Florida. At one of the concerts I was interviewed by a reporter from the Palm Beach Post. The reporter could not get over the diverse crowds that turned out for the concerts. There were retirees, young families, college students, beach bums, business owners, and local government officials all swaying, tapping their toes, dancing, and clapping as if all was well with the world. The young reporter asked what we did to draw such a diverse crowd. I suppose I looked a bit bewildered at his question as I replied “Why, it’s the music, of course.”
The music. Of course. Over the years I have noticed that the appreciation and enjoyment of good music is a universal joy. It doesn’t matter where you are from, your political or religious beliefs, the color of your skin, or any of the other superficial ways humans tend to categorize themselves. When we share good music all of those excuses and defenses fall away.
During these past two years my faith in the good in people has been reinforced by the wonderful folks that have joined this Old Blue Bus on its journey. Had it not been for you, dear riders, I would have parked this old Bus long ago.
For those who have asked, that is me on the roof of the original Old Blue Bus with old friends, Dean on the fender, and Denny behind the car. The photo was taken by our anonymous friend twenty-five years ago. The same anonymous friend who reminded me of this anniversary in a comment Friday past. And it was he who made that phone call two years ago. Thank you, friend, for your encouragement, support and friendship over all of these years and miles gone by.