By Eric Le Roy
Sometimes a death in the family comes like grief poured over your head, a bucketful of black water. You can drown that way. Sometimes it feels like liberation. Often, it’s more of a handshake. That’s how it was with my Dad and me.
Earlier this week, a friend told me that his mother had passed. She was 93. My friend has also been subjected … Read the rest
By Eric Le Roy
Years ago, as I was ‘coming of age’, so to speak, in the 1960s, the place I most wanted to be was Greenwich Village in New York. This was where the folk scene (in the musical sense) evolved commercially, meaning that the general public started taking notice of it. Of course, the very idea of ‘commercialism’ (abhorrent then, as now, to many who … Read the rest
