Monday, December 17, 2007 - The day the music died

This has been one unhappy morning here in Germ. I checked the morning e mail and first learned that the backpacks that I tried to send to our troops at Landstuhl Medical Center here in Germany had been returned to the sender (Sportscheck). So much for my attempt at a good deed for Christmas. They posted on their site that they needed backpacks so I sent 10 but alas they bounced back. Next e mail I learned that my sweet niece Abby has strept throat and pneumonia and is very sick. Next e mail our friend Shari had a ski wreck and had to be flown off the mountain and is in the hospital with a broken pelvis and arm. Then, as is my habit I clicked on my internet home page and there in the entertainment section was about the WORST news ever. Dan Fogelberg died at age 56. Yesterday. In Maine. There are masses of folks out there who are serious fans and I count myself among them. He was and is my favorite singer and has been for years and years and years. I've seen him in concert at least 6 times, and one summer I scheduled all of my work in California around his concert schedule and went from show to show to show. I would pay anything for a ticket to sit up close. I got as close as the 2nd row in Reno one year, but was always in the 4th row, or somewhere else close. I have been checking his website for years off and on to see if there was any word on his prostate cancer but no word was forthcoming until now. For me this is a major kick in the gut.  Bye Dan, rest in peace. Sob.