Oh Lee Groban. The first time I met you was at the Gingerman Tavern. You were sitting alone in the corner at a table that sat four. I wanted that table. I was a lazy drunk. You were intimidating and gentle and observant and accommodating and I sat down next to you and we talked and drank until closing. And then I would see you all over town, at all the art openings - your reasons were different than mine, in that you were socializing with friends and I was merely there for the ambiance and free red wine.
Oh! The red wine! I will never forget at Around the Coyote running into you and upon hugging, you planted a very wet kiss on my cheek and as you pulled away, I noticed your mustache and lips and teeth dyed red and it made me laugh and I asked, hey, where can I get some of that?
You would always greet me by asking me "Are you Elizabeth Stock from 1542 West Waveland?". Everytime. Even if I had just seen you the week before. You gave me a poem written so small I could barely read it. And you were awesome. Thank you for inspiring me.
RIP Lee Groban - 20 March 1947 - 09 December 2011 - Gentle soul.:::"Lee Groban" - Platinum-Palladium Photograph, 1999::: by Elizabeth Stock - All Rights Reserved
4 Whachoo Say?:
impressive pictures!
That was a very special memory, thank you for sharing on a person that not everyone had a chance to meet but can now appreciate.
Nicely done. I like your writing, sometimes wonder why you don't write more ofen. Then decide it's likely the same reason I don't. Best to you.
Beautiful photo!
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