|Karma is guarding all my precious treasures.|
And writing. A poetry book my mother and I wrote. A collection of short stories written and illustrated by a high school friend. Articles I wrote that appeared in local newsletters and newspapers. And the following, written in longhand on notebook paper after I saw teenage heart throb David Cassidy in concert at the DuQuoin State Fair in 1972.
|l-r: Debbie, Pam, Julee, Melinda|
Thanks, Julee, for permission to use the photo!
August 28, 1972
Saturday, August 26, 1972, I went to see David Cassidy in person and it was one of the most rewarding experiences of my whole lifetime.
I went with my girlfriend, Julee, who had bought my ticket, and her cousin Melinda and our friend Debbie. Julee's mother and father took us to the DuQuoin State Fair in DuQuoin, Illinois, where David was making a personal appearance that day.
The concert was scheduled to start at 2:00. It started at 2:00 with David's band and background singers. They performed for about 40 minutes, and then a 15 minute intermission was called for buying field glasses, drinks, etc.
At about 2:55 a taxi drove up and everyone knew who was in it. Everyone cheered, and for about 5 minutes the crowd was chanting, "We want David!" Then at precisely 3:00 the band came out again, seated themselves, and OUT CAME DAVID!
The crowd went wild as he jumped into his first number. He's so super groovy!
After he'd finished his first song, he said he'd just flown in from Honolulu. (Unimportant, but he said it!) A couple of kids held up a poster. He said he liked it. I wished I would have made one.
He went on to sing many more songs. He sang my favorite one (Cherish) and I cried during it and Ricky's Tune.
A couple of girls tried to get to him but the security guards pulled them away. It's a shame when a group is so wild a performer has to be protected to save his life.
The concert was over all too soon. After a brief thank you he ran off the stage, hopped into a car, and was gone. "Oh, David, come back," I thought. But he didn't. So sadly I left, saying over and over, "David, come back," til my friends thought I was nuts.
Someday I hope to see him again. But until then I want to thank him for making one of the happiest days of my life.
Once a writer, always a writer. There's lots more where this came from!