Wonder Wench Writes

There are times when I feel about as proud of my Louie-Louie Lad as it’s possible to get.  And there are times when I want to hold him as close as I can to keep him from being hurt by all that crap … garbage … junk flowing around the world.  He is one of the kindest, most caring people ever born.  When he stayed up all night to play music and listen to those of you who needed to talk, he was doing what he knew he could do to help in any small way he was able to provide.

 The reason for this … up above … is, I guess, because I just had a birthday.  And got suddenly “older”.  Didn’t mean to, y’ know.

If you walk across Flushing Meadow in New York (like we used to do) you will come across a rather large rock, just sitting there.  As rocks sometimes do.  But I sat on that rock … and he remembers.  So do I.  But he remembers me, not just the rock.

How special is that?  Yup, I had a birthday.  But he sees me. 

 How special is that?

3 Responses to “Wonder Wench Writes”

  1. Bob Littler says:

    Happy Birthday! Early last February my 65th birthday retreated to my rearview mirror. I still feel like Dick should be on BZ reminding me that Kitty Genovese died because of apathy and indifference. I guess that nearly 50 years later, I am still a Nightlighter Against Gutlessness.

  2. cory says:

    WW and DS,

    We who listened to Dick on the radio night after night all those years ago could tell the kind of guy he is. It came through loud and clear, and kept us coming back every night. Moreover, he once did me a personal kindness that I have never forgotten.

  3. Carole says:

    Happy (belated) Birthday!!! Remember my favorite saying: “Age is mind over matter. If you don’t mind…..IT DOESN’T MATTER!!!!
    Those of us who comprise Dick’s “huddle” know what a sensitive, caring person he is. That’s why this family of listeners (and now readers as well) keeps growing. We appreciate him so very much.
    And — we know you take care of each other.