Return of Wherefore art thou Eric J. Hedlund?

It’s been a busy week. Let’s see, I’m sick. I have a cold. My throat problem appears to be back, but I’ve been ignoring it for weeks — it’s pretty bad now so I’m off to the doctor tomorrow. Dad gets his one-year oncologists report tomorrow.

Last night, I saw the Trans-Siberian Orchestra with Evan and Brenda, their kids, and Adrian. Thoroughly enjoyed it. For their second year running, they opened the show in Sunrise, Florida. It’s a bit early for a Christmas show. WHAT? CHRISTMAS? Yeah. But that’s not why I go, though I truly don’t mind it. I love the second half where they do rock-based classical music. That’s how I discovered TSO.

Codey, a 17-year-old kid, who I never met, but knew on-line, died this past Sunday. I won’t go into all the details but it’s not fair. Life isn’t fair. A great kid and we need more people like him. I’m remarkably sad considering I never spoke to him, only had a few IMs, and basically barely knew him, only via email and/or forum posts. Friendships aren’t defined like they used to be.

In a previous post I wrote about Unca Eric which was actually a follow up to a 2004 post I made. A few months ago, I decided to track him down. I found out he left his job in Taos (see that previous post). I knew some of his friends’ names — met them once so many moons ago — and through the power of Google and my persistence I contacted PL and EW — who both had no idea how to get in touch with him. E-mails to all known addresses bounced. I had given up.

Then, suddenly, there were new posts in his blog. Yay. YAY! I wrote him through the LiveJournal internal mail system for its members, figuring there was no chance of contact whatsoever. He wrote me back! I felt some really nice, sincere, deep joy. I realize none of my blog readers will care, but I do. Eric meant a lot to me — in a world of mental midgets he was a rare mental giant I could talk to. I respect him.

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