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When I was seven our choir was selected for the State championships at a place called Hona Lea.

We had rehearsed a really cool song to sing, by a guy named John Lennon. It was called “Let It Be.” Two days before the trials the principal ran in and said that “Mother Mary comes to me” meant marijuana, and we were not allowed to sing it.

We rehearsed Panis Angelicus and came out in second place. A teeny school in a big state. Bravo! I remembered the exact spot that I stood and sat there whenever I could, audience or none, as that was my memory and my family made a home there.

I was a kid in the 60’s and had never heard of marijuana or Mary Jane or anything. I could have sung John Lennon’s Let It Be until the cows came home. Administration scared us into being afraid of music.

Similar was Puff (The Magic Dragon) by Peter Yarrow and Leonard Lipton as sung by Peter, Paul and Mary. I thought John Lennon had a poem to sing, just as did PPM. They were about life stories, and I loved the dragon. They were not about drugs, at least to me.

This admistrivia taught me about drugs very young, something I would have never known if adults hadn’t put their skinny tie and suit stamp on something we were unable to read or sing. No, I never did drugs (Ok I inhaled once or twice late in college but didn’t like it so demurred) but have always cherished the First Amendment.

Rebellion is in my nature. Administrivia stunting my growth made it come along later in life. If there is a cause I believe in, I’ll take it. I got a crosswalk in our neighborhood with curb cuts between a bad relationship with city and county on either side of the street. No-one stops at it. It took six months. Every year I have to call and have them paint the lines.

Puff was a magic dragon to me, a phantasm¬†that only ephemeral creatures can inhabit, along with unicorns and perhaps many others such as elf lords and Hobbits. I took up guitar at age 50 and will do so again. Puff was probably the fifth song I ever learned. Now I get a kick from cooking veg popsicles for teething babies (not mine) and their mothers and singing a song. I’m certain Ms. M will not mind my bad guitar, guitar good, my bad chords, singing Puff to her six month-old. Luckily baby G loves my guitar and voice. Score one for Aunt Dee! Dee





I want to tell you how bad I am at this. I was at the eye specialist the other day for the first time¬†and was asked if I did street drugs. I laughed and said I’m nearly 60 years old.

In my mind if I’d started on street drugs at age 17 I would no longer be alive. Not only have I never wanted them, if I did I’d never know where to go to get them. She said the insurance company wanted to know, even though they asked me when we enrolled in coverage.

My college “pack” used to leave the party room for me to watch TV or listen to ELO. They disappeared to another room to smoke pot. They never told me, invited me or did it in front of me. After decades I’ve kept in touch with three friends from college, two are dead, one a fellow student and another a prof. The other found me and we’ve been in touch. He’s met my husband for lunch. More important, he had me drive him sophomore year home to meet the girl he was seeing while she was a high school student, presumably for my OK. Yes, she was more than ok and they now have kids in college and grad school. I was the sister to a brotherhood. They protected me. I softened their rough edges so they could get girls.

So we started with my history with drugs. I got a biopsy done yesterday of my eyelid. They excised it, sent it to the lab to see if I have cancer. We’ll find out in a couple of weeks before my check-up.

I couldn’t see that well this morning so had a taxi take me to the drugstore and grocery. I’ve now this viscous petroleum-based antibiotic to be used on the eye and lid. I squeezed until I got a whole bunch in there. Whoops! Yes, I should have tried the viscosity on my finger first. That’s me and drugs. It’s not a good combination. Tell Led. Dee