by Joe Rezek
and we are on this road trip up north, singing for a few dollars at the Portsmouth Historical Society and we wake up late. It's been the year 2000 for a while now. We go downtown and get our picture taken in Market Square; we drink some coffee and greet neighborhood dogs and expect to get to Boston at about 3:00. We walk back to Charles' house where we stayed last night, all passed out on his living room floor. We watch a few cartoons and are on our way. So we get onto I-95 southbound and I call the group at Boston University we will sing with and for once I don't get the answering machine. They expect a few hundred people and about five other college groups too. Sky's driving and the two of us try to decide what songs to sing, maybe LET'S DO IT or KING OF PAIN, but then we decide it's better to start with AUTUMN LEAVES like we always do and end with CALL ME AL. We talk about the group next year and how many basses we'll have and how many altos we need from the fresh first years. We make a few silly faces at the car in back of us and Sky gets the phone call and starts laughing hysterically but then I see in view of the mirror that she's all tears and Dave tries to steer the car to the side of the highway and we're sweating and I remember the message he sent out of the blue last year telling us he's leaving the group and Columbia and for a while I didn't understand. |
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