Back To The Garden
an excerpt from I’m Trying To Reach You by Barbara Browning
I was in Woodstock the day that Les Paul died. Ellen and I were nearing Randy and Jeremy’s house when we heard it on the radio.
So this time I was the one who texted Sven with the big news, but he just answered: “vem är det?” I explained that he was the inventor of the electric guitar. Sven acknowledged the magnitude of the loss: “ufb!”
Randy and Jeremy weren’t there when we got to their house, but they’d left it open with a note telling Ellen and me to make ourselves at home. To her, that seemed to mean preparing herself a vodka tonic, lighting up a joint, and stretching out on a lawn chair in the backyard. To me, it meant tapping into their wireless connection on my laptop and getting some information.
“Oh. My. God. Can you believe these heirloom tomatoes?!!!” Randy said as he began pulling them from a bag. “Jeremy, take a picture for Facebook!”