Thank you, Mr. Clarke

I began avidly reading Science Fiction when I was about 11 or 12 years old. I remember visiting the Hyde Park Free Library with my mother, and discovering the wonders of Isaac Azimov, A.E. van Vogt, Robert Heinlein, and of course, Arthur C. Clarke. One of my earliest Sci-Fi memories is of devouring Clarke's Tales from the White Hart, a series of stories that blended real science with tall tales related by denizens of an English pub. Over the years, I wolfed down many more of Clarke's writings, both fact and fiction, and was always amazed by the blend of science and wonder that he wove into everything that he wrote.

My favorite Clarke book is the novel "Childhood's End". In it, Clarke looks to the eventual evolution of the human species to something that transcends mere matter and time. I would like to think that Arthur has now made that leap himself, and hope that his benevolent face is peering down on us, like the final scene in 2001: A Space Odyssey.

Thank you, Mr. Clarke.

Still Life with Dobro and Candlestick

Some pictures from our weekend that we spent following Terri Hendrix and Lloyd Maines from show to show. The first show was in the Universalist church in Montclair, NJ where these shots were taken
Each show was for a slightly different type of audience, and the set lists and banter varied as well. Marsha had a chance to speak to Terri at the second show at the Towne Crier in Pawling.
We were amazed the next night when Terri and Lloyd walked into the Eggs Nest restaurant before their show in Stone Ridge. Lloyd compared us to Dead Heads following the band from show to show.Here is a final shot of Terri singing A Prayer for my Friends to wrap up the set in Montclair. We are looking forward to their return to the Northeast.