Family Tradition

My uncle Edwin Theodore Hansen, on my mother’s side was a general superintendent of heavy construction and chief of police. He liked to camp, because he was a general superintendent of heavy construction and chief of police. He had a cabin in the north woods of the Upper Peninsula of Michigan and he often went there alone. You understand. My mother had another brother, my uncle Ted’s younger brother, who invited a couple friends to spend a weekend up at the cabin, because my other uncle had business interests and wanted to ingratiate himself to guys Ted didn’t know or care about, but in addition to being a general superintendent of heavy construction and chief of police, Ted was a heck of a nice guy so he said sure. You understand. The guys arrived early full of bluster and bravado and brought all their stuff into the cabin which included […]

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Rachmaninoff

Do you remember? Sure you do. You remember the night, the weather, the stars. I remember everything. So do you. You remember the music, the masterpiece upon the air and my reply to your alluring look. You remember what you wanted. I do too. Yet what I did not know, what you knew and your hellish friend knew with you is what you would do to the love I composed out of innocence and devotion or try to do. You knew it must be sacrificed to gods I did not worship. I worshiped you. Poor me. Political you. Now I have the music. I play it for myself and those who care to listen, wondering how such strains of magic are woven from thin air. I do not tell I learned it from a spider who attempted murder accompanied by music in a silken lair. ♥

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